[heavy breathing]
[Pastor Troy]
One...
Two...
Three...
In the beginning, God created d**
And other thugs, with other thoughts
The path that's never walked
The cla** that's never taught
Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
But look at all this money I made, I ain't b**hin'
I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
So, I quit this sh** and started sellin' dope with friends
I'm in this situation, I'm the only n***a cool
These n***az think they ballin' but these n***az just confused
But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthaf**in' lost
From muthaf**in' nothin' to muthaf**in' boss
Face off
[heavy breathing]
I'm leavin' that joint like that