When I go to sleep, I don't peep
No gun at my palm, no gun in my jeep
When I roll deep, no gun that day
& if I ain't got 1 then, I don't got 1 today
I got too many men, future to the past today
Theese are my men, they'll blow your ass away
& just like them star's your jealously envies
You ain't got competition when bein blasted by enemies
Scene is extreme, but nothin that hasn't been
What coulda... Was written up in a magazine
Local Esquire, bout some muthafucka that wild
O, whoops, dat you, dawg, buddy, bro smile
Take a picture with me, your a celebrity
Remember I did it, remember what you see
''Ya got shot how many times? Still alive!''
''Oh me oh my, can I get a autograph guy?''
''Dude it's the guy who got shot 'n survived!''
Quick hits, fast fame, where'de it go? The questions came:
''Are they still after him''
''Have you killed any other men?''
''You in a gang?''
''Do you slang''
''What ya real name''
Now ya like wow what the fuck I do
Everyone who wanted me, sees me on the tube
Fuck am I screwed, gotta gotta cruise
Max my card to the limit
Nothin to looooose
Get up in a scrimmage
Fightin bitches for boose
Courage like spinach
Pop Eye tha muthafuckin man you become
Fuck fame fortune bliss, you got your own anthem
You quick to the grib, for the first time, pull out a nine
Room silenced, you don' hear no cryin, straight violence
Reziliance & reliance, on a rusty old friend
Until the world end protection is of no end
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