My life on the regular is straight fucked like the electric chair
rock my own personal clothin line its hectic wear,
lately feelin far from god so this heres my dialectic prayer
dear God, i feel like this my year dawg,
i spit so much beef callin out fags and queer squads.
I do but i shouldn't, 1 on 1, or 1 on 5,
I should know this, numbers matter big when it comes to crime,
I got love fo family so I gotta stay on my grind,
this life is sad, rollin round mad, shoulda got the crown dad,
two eses in a regal blued up, that’s the way I found plaid,
learned a lot things seein life through my eyes,
shed tears, lost peers, RIP to my guys,
I cant imagine leavin this life that young, Kids losin rights to come
and I still ‘member them nights we’d done,
God my sins are my way of therapy like drugs u scared to see,
now take care of me, I’m overdosing on rarer E,
shit i’d done I know i cant reverse, hope next time I run, don’t end up in a hearse
the gangstas curse, Live Fast Die Young, please Forgive past Sly Runs,
Give last goodbyes, Son