if they take half the buildings that they use to praise god and give it to the motherfuckers who need god we'd be 'aight
Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.
My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.
I feel like our future is our confidence and self-esteem.
I'm used on every level. I have no friends. I have no resting place. I never sleep. I can never close my eyes. It's horrible.
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.