Everytime I go to sleep it's like I stroll down memory lane and see the dirt I've done before, how I accuired the fame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin, I pull out and pop off that thang, I'm usually hustlin, bubblin, slingin that 'caine, no matter the weather it's sun snow sleet or it's rain, see fiends got a habit, it hurts so they feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, I'm chasin the paper, it' simple I'm bout my bread, I cock it and pop it your white tee will turn red, see niggas that know me, who owe me, they see me, they run, they know if I catch em I cut em for feed em my gun, it's real in the field, nigga front and get yo cap peeled, with that nina, that check, that? on that mack meal, unload and reload, I live by the streets code, and pray to lord have mercy on my soul
