Mane, how the fuck you get all your bread took?
I'm a real nigga, leave a trail full of dead crooks
Opposite of snitch, you're the type to make the feds look
I could make the shell shook, that chopper sing like Sam Cooke
Change gon' come with this drum, please don't get involved
In the M-I-A, it's first forty-eight, you'll be mystery unsolved
So it's best you keep my name out your mouth
That's how the fuck it go down in the South
Most of my niggas been down in a drought
So they lookin' for smoke and you look like an ounce
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I can spit it raw
In the final days, livin' time, that been hella hard
No, I'm not a killer, but my dawg got a darker heart
Jit said he with a demon so tonight, we'll be playin' God
