Guilin

Day one stuck a knife in my back I can't trust on no bitch she just chasing a stack

look in the mirror I'm proud of the fact that I ain't fold came up from crap

Stood on the corner in my block I never sold crack but I wasn't the neighborhood rat

We fought hand to hand

Now we grabbing the blat

Sleep with the hammer I stay on attack

Trying to make racks for my kids and they kids I'm flipping the script doin it different

Popping these percs and ecstasy I'm always high so they think that I'm ignorant

They see my pigment and try to belittle me

Pain made me wiser I peep and move differently

Hire a writer that ain't they identity