And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
One time for the girls with the right shoes
From the gutter to the roof
Hold on you can see my vision
The bigger the the fun
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga
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