Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows
I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.
Watch me, diamonds shining looking like I robbed Liberace.
The ground is the symbol for the poor people; the poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people. It's gonna be like - there might be some cannibalism out this mother. They might eat the rich.