[ Featuring Joema ]
Eyes wide shut doin 110
Heart rate from snowin blow 200/110
Got me blowin pretty trees tryin to bring it back in/
My reachin range im off the chain speedballin again/
But shit im tryin to make it
That 40 cal said try to take it
Shit i got you faded its on my bond
Sixxpho we gone make it
Let em talk and chatterbox but we gone walk
And if they follow ill trace em in that sidewalk chalk/
My paperchase mean and my hustle is mean/
Mean things balance beams transport for the team/
Eyes shut open/couldnt see anything
Life story mightve seemed like a movie or dream/
-Pledged allegiance to the truth that gleamed/
Mug mean and my flow kickin harder than a kung fu king/
Couple prison bids seen tricky hold ya head/
Pick a stroke from the coke or 35 in the fed/
This one goin out/
To all the struggle hard times/
So when you hit these hard times/
Itll come in due time
Take a walk in the next man shoes and hear they story/
Lotta struggle in these bars only speakin true stories/
And this one goin out/
For all my folk stuck in the fed/
Didnt cover the tracks tryin to keep the fam fed/go hard or go home/
No guts no glory/
Lotta struggle in these bars only speakin true stories/
