I'll always think about my life till the last drop Most of my homies found dead we don't ask cops Last time I cop, I cop the court room the only damn show I would not show I keep my pride under the sheets And people love my money they ain't thuggin with me I make em look dumb, for tryna look hard The paper that you're feelin lookin like a rookie card You don't swim like you're supposed to Keep the gat handle like the black candle You say you bout life but you cannot handle I came off the streets like the military Tryna save these kids you ain't gotta feel me Last time I lost, I will not lose Beefin in the streets thats what the slaves supposed to Writin out rules like Abe-Lincoln Id sink em, close range, grim reaper Protect what I gotta protect Bitches see me in the streets we where binoculars at Exposed to hard times thats no fact Evading shot guns I did not run 30 on 1 niggas problem this is not fun Gotta give a shoutout to Drake Im riding through Oakland Ah, and I told heat that heat look like Shaquille from Nine-Three Slanging off the weed and servin em like an escort And sayin Jail is in the near future I got big plans so Im not to shoot it Don't wanna run but they got the ruler The Mirror told me at night I gotta plan I ain't no lame ass sucka Bring hell to the suckers I ride or die and I don't fuck with these busters
And they gotta be different And I don't even fuck with em I don't even fuck with em you feel me?
Mom smoked the cigarette she was doing hair Ghetto like the braids at.. and the beads that she wear Put the match with the lighter I keep on living and it seems to get higher I got a lot of respect like a firefighter Im worldwide wouldn't even lie Sittin backseat in the Maybase Maybach with the strap in the back Feel good to know Lil B run rap