LYL

I'm too real cause the feeling is make-believe Born as a seed to be all that I can be

Watchin' for the D's, workin' up they sleeve You cross me, you fold with O's, life's a machine

I know what this life ahead of me just might be I probably, IE, be in the penitentiary

When the feds around my way, I'm tryin' to get notes

Hustlers, they hit the dealers, where it hurts the most

Cage your wares up, take how much it cost Drop your body to a chair, bring a ring like toast

Niggas think the streets still a prisoner of the street

Never draw heat, unless a rat nigga speak

And my wife never let the devil haunt my past

I gave me a piece of last, but still leave a planet in the grass