Still till this I cant beleive I lost my locc stuck up in the pen with no sign of parole & it was to much 4 me to handle couldn't wait to get out on the street to catch that buster slippin like some sandles it was like mando 4 me to put in work & represent his name on a lime green shirt from tears 2 dirt its been 5 yrs. best beleive it still hurts when gats get 2 bustin its only going 2 make things worse visions of death steady got me stuck Im a "G" till I die high as fuck kickin up more dust than a pick up truck Z-71 to be exact with my mind up on my money & my hand up on my strap smokin on a blunt sippin on some yac J Duece Tre live 4 today fuck tomorrow cuz when its time to get 2 trippin aint no time 4 sorrow quick to bust like a 40 oz. bottle up against the ground I represent 4 myself & nothin else fuck this town!
a little freestyle!
a little freestyle!