Got a new gig, here you come again kid

fresh out the dog, done did your bid

but you can't stay here no more

Not in this crib

Not with the foul way that you used to live

I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month

not giving a fuck about what I want

Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!

The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed

cause of your fucking death wish

Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care

Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends

Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean

It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs

But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut

Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?"

What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could start your own ring and things

Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing

Now you got eight men working 7 days a week

2 be the runners, 5 on the street

1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man

They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar

You got a new crib, new truck, new car

trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars

But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot

and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick

Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile

You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas

I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black

now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up

I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at th