Thief's Theme

Gem$tarr This one goes out to, the hood rats and thieves The silent ones with a scheme and some tricks in the sleeve For the bangers and the slangers, street kids with a dream To the lost ones with no hope , stuck in the scenes To the homies that passed, to the ones getting locked To the ready rock on the block, with a quality lock To the writers, street fighters and the toughest of necks To my brothers holding it down and reppin the set A juvenile delinquent, with painted trigger finger Live to bomb the system, and raise a crooked middle finger Like f*ck it, It's blunt smoke and trays get filled with ashes Welfare class bastard skipping all of my daily classes Never chasing ass when, I could be doing somethin' Productive, cause its nothin' compared to my dysfunction Pops ain't here, My Momma got no say Welfare life ain't fair, and me, my mind don't play So serious the peer pressure from all those ways I'm feeling forced all day to play the pipe or stray No cash for school, f*ck that, nobody understands A brain like a genius, a soul like a mad man I say f*ck it ,lemme be a liquor bud puppet Knock me up a hood rat and say this shit life I love it A never ending cycle of stupidity and dope Dime dealing can't break the bank you need coke Your only way of livin, fuk a nine to five cause its dumb Life is short let me live it, only care about the fun Runnin up a gimmick scrimmage, only focus on the funds Run up on you for your digits, holding on a phony gun Rolaid crack rocks, dupe a dummy for the gwap Sold so many fake packs, never scared about the ops Do what ya gotta do, get a grip or let it go Rather do some dirty shit, for a dollar than be broke I'm quite near most of my positive goals I suppose my old bros still tucking me tho Talking like I let em go, f*ck a fictional flow I'm sick of bitch and gang banging the tricks n the hoes Simplistic dope stricken is straight mixed up in the blow That I deliver to your liver through ya ear not ya nose So no one know but fo sho, I keep the clip with a roll I'm talking bank roll dollars independently flown Only serenity shown is to the people befo' Who seen my potential I hold had my back for the most Middle finger to hoes and all the bitches I know That tried to fixate on fictions causin' friction and froze False figments getting pissy tryna diss me then grow And say they miss me wanna kiss me make it up and Legggo And I ain't bitter I'm sweet about it im green for the go I mean I'm fiending to grow and polish up on my soul Forget it tho, I'm past the limit of an ignorant life 40000$ car with and a kid and a wife Came out the mutha fuckin' gutter and now I'm livin' it right No more welfare cheques, no more livin' it trife No more welfare cheques, no more livin' it trife I put my pen to the paper and I kill it with mics Yeah Yeah I kill it with mics Yo This one goes out to, the hood rats and thieves The silent ones with a scheme and some tricks in the sleeve For the bangers and the slangers, street kids with a dream To the lost ones with no hope , stuck in the scenes To the homies that passed, to the ones getting locked To the ready rock on the block, with a quality lock To the writers, street fighters and the toughest of necks To my brothers holding it down and reppin the set