feel me ,as crack water dissolves i feel heat, smell weed. my nigga rollin the evergreen right beside me .it's no sleep,lewy on a late night sneek .creep past the fiens i hope them junkies don't follow me.I double back quick cause i can hear the the streets calling me. the temptation of satan trying to swollow me. i got a half pound of snow in the back. in the passenger breaking the weed up and counting out my dime sacks.on my way to the ave ,fuck it ,i'm still a synner. i've been to church a few times but most i can't remember.in the whip getting high,pass by pretenders.the dro got me paranoid i'm cheching my side mirrors and reviews.when you hussle it seems the world out to hit you, you trying to make a dallor and these haters try to kill you.but still dude you got to be like steel dude, stand on you own two and let'em take shot at you like you bullet proof. until feel you wacth'em cower in defeat.i can still hear the streets calling.husslas feel me.
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