My Life

I've seen sad times, been through bad times, never had time for glad times, did mad crimes in my past time. Clocked knots, let off glock shots, ran from top cops, making spots hot when I cocked, and let my pistol pop. Livin' foul, I was a ghetto child, sellin' weed bags and coke viles and miles of dope child. I did run-ups and had my gun up, jokers got done up, scoop a live one up, sip a brew, and blunt up. But all and all I was a baby, lifestyle was crazy, but my days of being broke were Swayze. Spending loot, on Timberland boots, gold chains and army suits to make the honeys say that I was cute. And who could tell me I was wrong though, me and my tech had a rep, and yo shorty was making long dough. I never gave a f*ck about as friend you see, cause when you're large it's hard to seperate your friends from your enemies.