this is a asphault jungle ..we animals caged.
that gotta last through the struggle n pass through the faze.
then throw gas in tha blaze ..
my dome gets laid then goes for another ..quick ..path.
this is survival of the fittest but homeless pray for the other sixpack
ima hunter now cuz i hang around wit the goons.
n my stomach growls like wolves that howl to the moon.
u could be down wit it too, but i coulda sworn i was born to this beef.
ima ..
retired Viking hiking to the Moon to prove theres a Warren in the streets.
but now im forcing the leap from the streets to the game ..
n now when porche's n jeeps beep horns, it like a thorn in my leg
n of course my peeps speak in bleeps n reach for tha gauge
but ta each of there own, each of them own ..the speech that u say
cu now nowadays if u ride tha bench u can win.
cuz in tha beef game of street fame ..all ur five senses are sins
u look wrong, talk back ..or act like ur shit dont stink
like ur hood's strong n u all that ...or ur shit cant get pushed in
i mean ..
im all for hammers n grinding tha fuck out
but how yall got poor grammar wit diamonds up in ya mouth?
juss keep on bankin ya name like i dont kill often ..
cuz i aint yankin ya chains ...
but i WILL if ya flossin'.