[SPM]

Master minded, boys get blinded

Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it

Oh never mind it's right here

Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere

Dear diary: my hood is so firery

I remember when no one would hire me

used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery

A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me

sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas

take my niggas out to Ninfas,

I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas

the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,

close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless

Forever armed and dangerous

Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood

I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love



[Chorus]

[Rasheed