"Feindin' like a bitch, To stay in the game

Hustlin' n strain, I was up

But now I'm long came"



I was flippin', lost my sack

Now I'm tryin' to get back

I can't resort to the jack

Because I'm known for that

But I'm a gangsta

An ace at all tricks of the trades

Since I was young

(My occupation was 'steady stayin' paid')



So I ...(?)

And come up with a master plan

Oh yeah I know I'll rob the house across my (?)

Hell muthafuckin' yeah, That's a cool come up

There's hella weed and money

Plus the people is old as fuck



I seen that old muthafucka take his ass to work about 10

That's when my pimp ass gangsta plan

Had to kick in

So I approach with slow speed and hella keyed

(Pervin' off the dank, yeah I'm thinkin' bout some money)

Kicked in the door with no time to be wasted

The first thing I seen was the old bitch ...(?)

Put the pistol to her head and she pointed to the next room

Opened the door

I seen hella money and loot



(Where the money at bitch, don't make me do a 2-11 and a 187 [bang])



Shot the bitch in the face

Then I ran straight to the back

I throw in a fist with the muthafuckin' money sack

Jumped in the Lac

Put the peddle straight to the floor

Two beeps on the horn

([beep beep])

Now I'm outtie, ho