: I wonder if you?ll notice, if they lock me up and throw away the key Gotta be open minded, you?ve got a lot to learn in the ways of me You?ve always
moves cause Gizzle gotta eat feds tryna lock me up and throw away the key they know I gotta enough work well I could throw away a ki if you wanna get
Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Now, maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose
but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'
investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when
only playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had
to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just like daddy ----------------------------
: I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this I'm just saying This song is for y'all For all the times I mess up when we mess up Dear sister Got me twisted
if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with and if I'm down with this bangin shit Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz Long as ya got love
So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin
: I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla' Holla
never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it If I sit here any longer Its
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking
on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I
for them hoes, and if I did it'd be a drama, 'Cause, trick, I only love my momma And never have I sold a yard But I'd do it if times got hard 'Cause
child I long to hold all this anger I know I'm not a lord, I was never a saint, gotta take what you got cuz I'm nothing you ain't If I gave you the world
marks on my back from the canine Dark Memories of when there was no sunshine Cause they said that I wouldn't make it (I remember like yesterday) Holdin
I'll be on my grind, money on my mind And I won't stop getting paid Living this life of mine I don't know if you really got what it takes Hustling's in
