I know how it feel to wake up fucked up

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

People look at you like you's the user

Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser

But they don't know about your stress-filled day

Baby on the way, mad bills to pay

That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce

And wish, you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit

I remember I was just like you

Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's

'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G

I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock 19 for casket and flower moves

For chumps tryin' to stop my flow

And what they don't know will show on the autopsy

Went to see Papi to cop me a brick

Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it

Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court

For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York

Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man

You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man

I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects

They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs

And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"

I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack

In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash

I wait for hon to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed

At last, I'm literally loungin', black

Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks

Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps

Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeep's

See who got smoked, what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head

Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder

We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter

Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners

And my bitch, swear to God she won't snitch

I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy, she'll be home in three

Until then I looks out for the whole family

A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble

In the everyday struggle