Coming from the bottom with the goblin and the monsters
All we ever had was some mother fucking problems
Going for the bag, is the only option
When you aint got a lot of options
Coming from the bottom with the goblin and the monsters
All we ever had was some mother fucking problems
Going for the bag, is the only option
When you aint got a lot of options
This that hustle up
Balaclava for my brother while we huddle up
Rough life, I'ma need my girl to cuddle up
Take away the demons I created when the sun was up
Walking in the streets, mean mugging, mean something
Gotta know the lingo, they talking it sound like a riddle,
Gotta keep up with the tempo
My mind is in NIRVANA
My brain is the ghetto
You hating on me
Get my Ether finger in the middle
Where the accident that happened isn't accidental
Gotta watch your mouth like you're working in the dental
That's when all my dogs, get up out the kennel
I can't take a joke sometimes, yeah the paranoia creeping up
Pray to Jesus, Allah, I do not believe in luck
Eye over my shoulder
I think I need a heater
Streets are getting colder