While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be.
I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like (c'mon nigga) "You're going with us"
I held round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
not only money but all the emotions going through us
Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer (hail Mary) hoping God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement