was labeled a king no hood fables i seen young ^!$$%s branded as teens they couldn't stand the routine had canister on banister full of lean mommy a !@%!e fiend lived in slumbers every summer changed scene father in the binge why bother to discuss i trust no one plus i lust the streets freaks i thrust under sheets i guess they love the hood persona i stood on every corner understood the death aroma on me plus im strapped homie a couple macks will ratta tat in yo back dirt naps same spot where we played craps where my ^!$$%s at where my ^!$$%s at im a die black before 40 with my top hat hope ya'll ^!$$%s morn me.boss
Mastermind:
we had to head west in a lex head laid on the head rest getting eff'd by a good ex that sexed the best even clothed that $$# still poke out from the dress its a mess we move like kings nothing else, plus we selfless that come from having less and having to make ever dollar stretch we was trynna progress in the projects wit small medal objects where shell casing clogged ya steps have you gasping for breaths like the altitude in the alps no need to holler for help no ones coming except the reaper fiending for a death a perfect duo like red and meth the gun is kept on the high shelf cant let the lil one get ahold of the tec i been a nervous wreck so i might slap any sec .