For all my low life thug ****s,
For all my ****s in the hood,
Livin the life of a ghetto star,
Ha ha ha Makavelli,
Just holla my name
And witness game official
N****s is so shame
They stare stiff like scared b*****s
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
Ita's s**t to try
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
F**k em all what I scream as I dream