For all my low life thug niggas, For all my niggas in the hood, Livin the life of a ghetto star,
And witness game official They stare stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop And hope to god I can fly high Send they bodies to they parents up north With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck em all what I scream as I dream