I'm coming from a city with no pity only death, I can't get up and go without the police on my neck

I try to put out music, but the people always slept, now I hit the avenue and I maneuver for the set

Ambitions never met, I try to set a goal but I ain't make it, though, someone tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to make it broke

I made a joke so **** don't know how to take it, though, fuck up out the way when I go pull up in my [daitons?] post

Ain't no-one formidable, blood, I've been hospitable, hoe **** don't call me when the situation critical

Pitiful, fans are saying look at what they did to you, ain't nobody trippin blood the damage is so minimal

Criminal and I begin a daddy in the daytime, doing everything up in my power so they stay fine

Ready with the weapon when they step and try and take mine, I'm really 'bout my shit for my kids I will take nine

How many gon' be up in my funeral? How many gon' extend their hand? I got no money

All the other rapper **** happy for my death, how many gon' put a little change on my GoFundMe?

Tryna break a cycle, one **** named Michael, standing in the window wit the automatic, people call me psycho

Ain't nobody even trippin', I be sippin' on the bottle when they come and get me for my death, lookin' like a wreck always threats on my life, though

Now they wanna end me, career really need help don't got any, no remedy no friend of me, but enemies got many

No hate no tour dates, but mini me's got plenty, I watch it all on YouTube when I'm sippin' on my Henny

Tryna see the day I tell my kids I have made it, I used to beg for change so I can get up on the bus

And now I go for broke till the day I'm cremated and try to get them straight before they burn me in the dust

One to the grave but I'm doin' somethin', still, I caught a fade **** you was runnin'

Never got an A but I could of done it, shoulda, woulda, coulda **** I ain't even with the front

Styrofoam cups with O.E., they say I need to quit it but you people know me

Some habits die hard and it's killin' slowly, shit is dripping out my liver like I got a slow leak

I do it for the kids wit no money at the park, told me it was funny coming from the man with no heart

I do it for the people who have told me that I couldn't now I got a couple fans but still I stand up in the dark

****, I don't give a shit what **** say about me, I been sleeping in the dirt since I was thirteen

Been broke been cold been beat by police what you think you know half you don't even know three

Brainsick, tatted on my arm at sixteen, spend the last twenty years turn that shit to mincemeat

**** preaching love you will not convince me, ready for whomever when they come against me

There ain't a human being that I fear, I'm ready for whatever so what's left ****

I been rapping on these mics twenty years and they gon' have to give me my respect, ****