Sometimes's life is like a homicide that hasn't happened yet, am I a k**er prisoner or war vet
Either way i'm waking up in cold sweats, won't be a victim, I'm out for my entitlement
Look in the fridge, nothing but baking soda and O.J. from the looks it seems another bullsh** day
Counter top holds a early jerk and a notepad look my pockets to see what I don't have
Change for a hundred, rich problems right not mine truth is I owe the landlord another nine
Look through the safe to find the scale an old tail the situation's getting frail
I'm addicted, the money its hard to give it up, she pleads for me I feel guilty when I pick her up
Even more so when I drop her off, I'll get you back soft girl, I know its hard
Plus its Friday this is easy, grab the lugar key I hit the streets
A giant, 5 10 and defiant reliant on the same sh** that made the city violent