I came from the streets am trying to escape my past, put selling dope behind
Trying to pick my pieces live a life in line with the law
Am trying to see the sense in that

You trying to live dream life, don’t wanna sell dope
Feds watching eyeing a nigga, he becoming a bigger figure
What’s his source of money, the question they are asking
I bounce real tight ladies wanna nice
I got this spice to add taste to your mind
Courtesy of the streets damn it
One last run American gangster got busted
Scar face felt compassion changed the plan then got killed
Been out the game, on my feet
The feds eyeing for clues, noting down my rhymes
Is that evidence to use against me
I didn’t wanna sell dope, I didn’t wanna own a gun
Life hit harsh fuck it I stepped up ruthless
My big tooth symbolizes, the big cake ama bite
Get your mind right, case closed