fuck this,i'd rather be on the streets leavin bullet casings
my body is free but my mind trapped in Rikers
i'm done rhymin i'd rather stab you with the pen I write with
you doin it for the love of hip-hop be real
you doin this shit to get paid with a deal
man think real,when you ink the deal,ya income gon be the same scrill
ya buzz is small you considered a small fry
you finally put out a record that niggas walk-by
it's called reality you need to open ya eyes
and look fibs face to face like you ownin up to lies
ya hits is weak but you got kids to feed
dude's gettin millions who ain't on my level
shit fuck it i'm a full time hustla I sold my soul to the devil
I don't need a deal fuck it i'll give it up before I go pop like Jadakiss
put 666 on my wrist and lick tits and pop cris
get a nice car,get a plasma tv and fuck ya wife raw
go to hell ha who the fuck gonna send me
who really gonna send me as long as you readin
who that fake dude in heaven that I don't believe in.........
it's to a slopw beat,I don't feel great right now so it's not that good and the flow is kinda off but oh well.