Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters, she killin' these hoes now I'm murking out with her.
Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.
Haters can't see me, but them b-tches still looking for me.
When I say the people around me, I mean the prisoners, the guards.
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
Never apologize for what you feel. It's like being sorry for being real.