Cats wanna speak about me/
When I ain't looking breathe about me/
They hating I made it won when I play'd it/
And never got beat in the eye of defeat/
It's 2 hand touch and these players still ain't stopping much/
Fuck what you say sucka, you soft as fuck and nothing but a busta/
They don't catch what I say but when I empty all 16/
You hear them, You fear them/
The only thing with me, believe me/
And it's comming your way; around ya block around ya corner/
In your body and you on your way/
To a second life live it right and don't run into me, aiight?/
cocaine grips my thoughts, marijuana is what I'm on/
I'm dopped up, poppin pills str8ly laced from the blunt to the 8ball to the face/
I'm wasted/
