For all my low life thug niggas,
  For all my niggas in the hood,
  Livin the life of a ghetto star,
  Ha ha ha Makavelli,
    Just holla my name
  And witness game official
  Niggas is so shame
  They stare stiff like scared bitches
  While I remain inside a paradox
  Gone my block
  Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
  I hit the weed
  And hope to god I can fly high
  Witness my enemies
  Die when I ride by
  Ita's shit to try
  Send they bodies to they parents up north
  With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
  Fuck em all what I scream as I dream