For all my low life thug niggas,

For all my niggas in the hood,

Livin the life of a ghetto star,

Ha ha ha Makavelli,



Just holla my name

And witness game official

Niggas is so shame

They stare stiff like scared bitches

While I remain inside a paradox

Gone my block

Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop

I hit the weed

And hope to god I can fly high

Witness my enemies

Die when I ride by

Ita's shit to try

Send they bodies to they parents up north

With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off

Fuck em all what I scream as I dream