I throw a blow d' eye with my life And carry out there' S nothing left. ' Cause I' the VE be blowing and laughing so much a long time This same my momma thinks that my spirit disappeared. But I ain' T n' forever cross a man who didn' T deserve it. I am treated like punk, knows you that' S unknown. You shows betta how to speak about ya And where walk of ya Or you and your homies could be striped in chalk. I really hate to start but j' obtained to launch, During qu' they coassent, I see themselves in the smoke of gun. Imbecile, I' m a little G which few homie' S want to be like, on my knees the Dire night prayers in the reverberator.