LOOK..
they wanna raid, sweep and net me, cage me and pet me
raise heat and wet me, remain free? they won't let me
they won't get me, peep the technique
no regrets please, known to throw shots where the threats be
ballin, pick up the charge, like, check please..
celebratin with throngs of fees in wet tees, debt free
reach for the timbs in the limo, ma, don't upset me
atheists don't believe in god, they neva met me
that's why i carry on in the carry on under jet seats
til my breath leaves, rep midwest streets
it's heart body, like midchest beats
pipes and bugs that infest weak
hypes and thugs that ingest beef
school of hard knocks, blacken your circles on your test sheets...