After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket, Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know, from way before Kiss me from my head to my toe, Gimme a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin, Couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

They wanna bury me im worried. Im loosin my mind look down the barrel of my nine and my visions blurry. Fallen to pieces am I guilty? I pray to the lord but his laws be unfortunate because im guilty.

I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, And I will do anything to protect and feed my family.

In USA, a black man only have like five years we can exhibit maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong, while you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back. 'Cause once you turn 30, it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man, out of a black man, in this country. And you don't wanna fight no more.

It's not like I idolize this one guy Machiavelli. I idolize that type of thinking where you do whatever's gonna make you achieve your goal.

I didn't create thug life, I diagnosed it