Got some screws loose in me
We gon’ ride all night long
You don’t want it with me
Truth’s got my back, I got Nine Lives

Buckle up your seat belts, let me take you on a ride
She got the new Benz all thanks to the white
Man, I walk the walk, ya’ll talk the talk
This is too easy, it’s like a walk in the park
At seventeen, I watched the grams turn into halves
Clockwork in the hood, all turn into cash
Easy come, easy go, so it all went fast
Cruising, all rustling, I slowed up the whip
Sick style, four give symbol on my head
I got Hollywood all under control
I got a few strippers coming down the pole
I know a few killers into every corner store
Man, when it’s time to work, I put in work
I don’t phone up the next man to handle my dirt
I’ma keep it street, man, love me or hate me
Posted in my neck of the woods, the good old safety

I got blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But I won’t stop for nothing, no
Forty-four, man, tuck them gone

There’s blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But this time it’s me and Truth, we getting down
‘Cause in the land of the dead, I wear the crown

Always put away, I came back like karma
The streets, it’s crazy, it’s hot like sauna
I don’t nine to five, fuck slow money
I hustle my hustle, sweeter than honey
My flows is dynamite, I’m bound to blow
I’m living the fast life, riding slow
Grave was a burden, damn rotation
The streets is quiet, you can feel the tension
I hustle the hustler, I keep them in pocket
All eyes on me like the red carpet
Got guns, meet you off of Cinco, you should
What happens in Hollywood stays in Hollywood
We do it like them Italians back in the days
Start spraying shit up with Tommies and AKs
I am the General, what I say goes
Even though I’m the boss, I still stay on my toes

I got blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But I won’t stop for nothing, no
Forty-four, man, tuck them gone

There’s blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But this time it’s me and Truth, we getting down
‘Cause in the land of the dead, I wear the crown

Art of war gave me whole lot of wisdom
Forty-eight laws of power told me how to finish them
I’ve gassed up my tank, got them plenty of fuel
I’m getting more attention than the new kid at school
Big Sammy told me once, never look back
I’ve been killing the game ever since that
No father to guide me, had to grow up quick
It’s me against the world as I’m holding my dick
I’m climbing up the ladder, ain’t no stopping me
I got the blueprints, I’m playing Monopoly
Used to sit in my cell
Open the Bible, trying to kill myself
Feeling suicidal, I’m a man, I’ma hold my ground
I promised my dad I won’t let my mom down
We all make mistakes, don’t ya’ll understand?
I am the Truth, I am what I am

I got blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But I won’t stop for nothing, no
Forty-four, man, tuck them gone

There’s blood on my hands
And these streets keep getting colder
But this time it’s me and Truth, we getting down
‘Cause in the land of the dead, I wear the crown




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