Fuck a bitch, suck a dick that's how I feelI don't hang with or fuck with jits, cause they ain't realI hang with flame slangin' gang bangin' niggas in the fieldNo flaggin', toe taggin', niggas doing drillsThey talking but ain't doing shit, I'm so true to thisDon't give a fuck about your future bitch, I'll let this rugger spitMaking diss songs to get on, trynna play a nigga,I don't get no tracks to sing on niggas, I just swing on niggasRoad runnin' till like 4 something I'm just livin' like a starDope money blew like four onions in this rental carAll that hatin' shit and ganging shit, ain't gone get you farAll that actin' like you bout it, that shit might get you shotNiggas mad I'm winning, and they losingMy lil brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupidJump out with a uzi, big clip shoot a movieNiggas in they feeling, they bitches be Pickin' and Choosin'I woke up this morning, with Tomorrow on my brainToday could be the day I fall a victim to the gameIf I lose my life tonight my momma probably go insaneThe fact, that a niggas took my life for a nameLast night I had a dream, that an all black ImpalaHit my hood with a choppa, kill me and 4 of my partnersI died on my corner with my pistol in my pocketBleedin' from my face, my old lady tryna stop itLast week was last week, but last week was an close oneThe crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached meHe walked around a side me, with his hand on his holsterI went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked meWhere I come from is the jungleWhere I come from is hard not to go underWhere I come from full of sorrow(I'm addicted to the mood)So we slidin', and ridin' the car full of Semi'sCause it get violent this side of the cityWord around town is them boys getting busyThey jump out with Tec's, and Mac's, and Glizzy'sI got a 30 my lil bro got 50That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20He want some smoke, then tell him come get itHe wanna blow, then tell him we with it(Yea, yea, we with it)