Everyday it's a struggle-someone mean muggin
Lookin at the wife-sayin fuck yo man-we should be fuckin
I'm stuck-in this hatred-so I just walk up an touch em
Rush em with this godlike wrath-and bust em
Leave em on the ground lookin for teeth-an they bleed
From a seed-I was brought up to struggle an fight-I need
An outlet to get this anger off the chest-so say something
U aint gone do nothin-get within 10-see-u bluffin
Didnt realize you fuckin with a swole monstrous beast
All it takes is the pythons to restrict-an your deceased
Pleased with my art-I duplicate the best pieces
These juicehead's runnin round--I step in-n-it ceases
Ya breezies lookin at an OG-but I'm flippin em
Rippin em up if they tryin to holla-I aint diggin em
Rather-I'm stickin em up for they jewels and purses
Gucci-n-Prada-give it up-or the throw away curses

These niggas tough thats why they on house arrest
Wait a minute-they packin a mind vest-I must attest
These fake bitches scared to catch a stray sixteen
They lookin at homos n metros-tryin to pick which scene
U niggas don't belong with the likes of a giant
My egos bigger than ya written frees that arent reliant
U could write a millenia and never touch on lyricism
Catechism-my way to relay light through your prism
Prison dwellers know full well the meanings written
Fuck being cautious I'ma eat where I've been shittin
Playful like a pup-I got a shovel one hit--u buried
Tossed in a burlap sack an drug-pussy don't get carried
Married to my work-feedin the insatiable appetite
I drop a library-niggas ask where u learn to rap-syt
Taco bell-wrap the tortilla--stuff dead meat in it
Speak direct or not-my empty plate-u just feed in it

When it comes down to it-none of yall real
U fake as shit-an I'm chillin-fuck the deal
I write n spit for me-fuck the fans-fuck the groupies
I'm rappin spinal tapin-half way through ya milk n cookies
The jaws tightening up sayin fuck a performance
Ignorance is bliss-so I'm pissed just waitin for intellect
To come out a mouth for someone to really understand
Purchase n bang the real-not the bland paper chasin man
An thats half this industry-half this game-half this life
Half my time is split between my kids and my wife
Oh shit-its happening again-I gotta shake n bang the head
Loosen membranes-kill the evil that reigns-karmas dead
Cuz all the shit I've been thru-the guilty livin fine n free
I'm confined to a job that takes my life and I cant be me
So sometimes I just call in to get a minute to breathe
A minute to be-they ask me stay-but I'm tryin to leave