I thought I´d probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain´t had no pot to piss in, at my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin´, your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision
This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain´t kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin´, finger twistin´, teeth glisten like it´s Memphis
A bunch of hypocrites and Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin´ then it´s Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans
Soaking on that biscuit till I´m no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

Who said you can´t live forever lied
Of course, I´m living forever I´ll
Forever, I´ll live long
You can´t ever deny
My flaws, I´m living forever I´ll
Forever, I´ll LIVE

Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine
Or toting on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind
License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what´s on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain´t talking now
Tell ´em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don´t step on cracks
So you break her back I´m talking ´bout your mom
Cause there´s killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services ´n hearses
Kids who ain´t deserve it, can´t survive a thing, you´re worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who´s that peekin´ in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch, know we poppin´ so she boppin´ on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to Pimp, can´t forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six