I remember it was winter time, 2008
In December round Christmas time, I couldn't cop the J's
Mama facing prison time, barely had a place to stay
Look myself in the mirror and said I'd rather be in the grave
That's why 'till this very day I still scream f** the state
f** the feds, f** the judge, he hold a grudge against my race
17 years old with a quarter ounce of yay
Cut that sh** up so bad they said it need a band-aid
Live for the first and fifth, n***a that's a bad date
We don't know nothing else that's how we get our rent paid
I was working like a slave, call me Kunta Kinte
Caught the chain in the whip and went and got my sh** sprayed
When you ride candy paint the hoes f** the first day
So much crack in the sink I thought we had an earthquake
Hit that b**h with the yank then smoke a set on first plate
Plug sent so many chickens went and bought a bird cage
My n***a waiting on the bond now he got a murder case
Bet this rap sh** ain't fun now they let me in the game
All these p**y n***as done now, stick a fork in 'em
Just got finished eating my lunch now tell me what's for dinner
Lord forgive me, I'm a sinner, f** them n***as and who with them
If you ain't with me, you against me, ain't no monkey in the middle
And its CBM, choppers, bricks, money, we official
Still with the same n***as and they dumping off the glizzy
Hold up, them n***as ain't ready to die