Corpse in a sarcophagus, I'm coughing off this blunt

Rolled off blood and guts of motherfuckers, I had bust up

God gave me these wings to fly, but I would rather jump, off and on 'em

Breaking every bone until they bust out, see when I grew up, brain was washed out

Locked out up out of the crib, I was bogged down and boxed out

I never knew nothing, but had a sense to fucking hustle

Trudge my boots through the sludge

One day all of a sudden heard a voice through the wall

I had recognized its patterns and the tone of its talk

It was coming from the drywall of my one room apartment

It said you wanna live or blow your brains in the carpet

Often I was contemplative of death

Fascinated by decay of those who've rotten and left

I'd wonder if I raise to greatness would I die with the rest still

And is there any graciousness for those who direct kill fuckers they despise

And enemy between my eyes is one for me and mine

So don't think that you'll catch the best of me off of these 10 toes

It'll be a 100 at least, put you to sleep benzo

And all the men know if you touching up on kin well then you is ready to die

Having trouble picking sides?

We already know where you lie then boy

I'd advise you get tight as hell with your god

Yuh cause you're in the sky in 5 and these bullets live and hot