They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggas coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock gs
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is badmouthin, cuz ballin motherfuckers is bold
But trust me holms, the game should be sold
Sick of pscyhotic society, somebody save me
Addicted to drama, so even mama couldnt raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldnt reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed with my peeps
Im duckin the cops, I hit the weed as Im clutchin my glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block, but IF I DIE TONITE...