reality of tha cituation
carryin' glocks shootin mothafuckaz some see it an occupation
but im kepin it real not sure
not knowin to just shoot or kill
reality that tha streets leave
we hustle,ride and thieve
heart of a thug got no so much passion
thats why we mashin an lashin
every nigga'z fashion
we strike and hit hard
fuckin attack and guard
puffin major blunts
fuckin major cunts
doin da kraziest stunts
im just a prince a thug a gangster
i cant say what i feel deep inside
cause im tryin ta hide and stay alive
my luv foe my homeis foe my weed
im trin ta succeed
and leave poverty stricken ghettos
in tha back of my mind

written by Eli

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