Life's a card game, so you better play ya hand right//
Enemies won't stab you in the back, but ya man might//
Real talk... Cuz nobody live a planned life//
In the fast lane, don't give a fuck if I ran lights//
I'm all in... Full House like Bob Sagget//
I smoke, I drink, smack bitches & rob faggots//
Stomp a niggah out, boot camp wit Nike's maggots//
& do it with a smile, its foul, my life's tragic//
Mom left us at an early age, & Dad died sudden//
So I had to get "Focused", & played it like Joe Budden//
But all that block shit, hot shit, got me nuttin//
Accept a rap sheet for them hammers I was bustin//
& these bitches I was fuckin, they aint mean squat//
Only reason I kept 'em 'round cuz they gave me twat//
Pass 'em off to my manz or maybe not//
Either way, they wasn't gettin' in that Navy drop//
But now what? I'm all alone with a wrap sheet//
My only hope is to get into a rap beef//
Cuz if I clap heat, they'll run like a track meet//
& have the feds chase a niggah, but I aint no athlete//
I gotta lay low, do what the law say so//
Marry a "fly girl", ass fatter than J-Lo//
God gave me cards, no regards, I gotta play 'em//
But I'm too bold to fold, watch what you say... one//

Like WTF?

Everybody used to post on Network54, now I look around & all the boards haven't been touched since like '06 (LoL)

I'm still spittin that ill shit though, ya'll need to read my shit & learn a few things