A lot of people struggling and make a holdin' on by the spirit they took
I'm living proof, let me tell you the truth
Ain't no body bullet-proof, head shots just faded
Growing up in the navel of the beast, guns sprayed
Nothing seems to have made me, especially in the 80's
That's when crack-cocaine went crazy, I was a part of the struggle
Like a starter kid,My revolver spit,Fuck!
About solving things to be the way
Even fist fight let it slide or pop the heat,Ain't nobody stopping me (Nobody!)
My Philosophy,Over-Achieving is seen through fresh property
It's something like photography,Take a picture cuz this might be the last time
You see a g nigga cross state lines,Daily that won't be complete
Till I check-check every,catch me in my zone Overseas
How we do this for ease,Detect the [?]
So-So many [?],That the retire free
On my mark,Nigga !
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