Trapper plus rapper..this world is a disaster... These niggaz keep kapping..talking an acting.. Talking no action..savage needs caption..their microphone's plastic.. My lyrics like magic u softer than fabric the one on my mattress.. We striking like matches the rap game is damaged.. You hear it in every massage from true MC You see too many bi in the biz I guess trapping da life showing the kids this shit is right.. Shit twisted they listen the hood ain't no slipping or snitching.. No permission for killings..that judge come with sentence.. Evil and good must be balanced... life is the bitch, but this is yours, isn't it? to keep... Youre adult but u act like a kid If you do nothing you will get nothing I regret nothing the time is passing We forget something without which we couldnt exist At least I easy get rid remnants of the past And i feel harased by fucking life I wish to fly like the birds in the sky I dont want to die cuz still young The world is so far-flung the smoke circulates in my lungs N Days skips so fast my worsts and my best years You are taking of chance shit aint sweet on these streets