ma song

were not gangsters in paradise were thugs from the hood

Rollin’ and smokin’ and movin’ slow motion and floatin' on good

We living for our worldly desires, building empires and listening to tyrants

I'm the reincarnation of violence, standing on a pile of bodies in silence

infamous L born and raised in hell, it aint hard to tell i attract clientele

i havent been to jail, thank god for that

im Putting on my thinking cap,i'm in my habitat

it E-town baby, i spit flames im murderen this rap game

i always got a doobie lit, colder then st. nickolas

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

I sit here and write these intricate lyrical miracles,

Just another kid thats flying high on violent images

blame it on the goverment for the fact we thugs

growin up man it just so ruf, cant show no weakness, gotta play it tuf,

pour more liquor in my cup i take a sip then i take a sup,

thats your girl shes a dirty little slut i drove her to the but,

listen man i aint gonna say to much,

ya you herd of us,

aint to many that can bang with us,

straight up coke and weed ya wer dangerous intricate