For all my low life thug ^!$$%s,
For all my ^!$$%s in the hood,
Livin the life of a ghetto star,

Ha ha ha Makavelli,

Just holla my name

And witness game official
^!$$%s is so shame
They stare stiff like scared (*##$es

While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop

I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies

Die when I ride by
Ita's %#@! to try
Send they bodies to they parents up north

With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
$#&@ em all what I scream as I dream