Fullest Extent

Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid Still cats getting shot in front of my crib I try to chill Think "man this ain't no way to live" So I don't trip I dip but I ain't afraid of shit Cats get it twisted cause' I Don't call it goons Like I can't have my cousin See your mothers room I ain't a soft dude, like some assume I got a gully crew and They got a hundred tools I been tellin yall cats it's a hundred jewels I'm from the boneyard crews With a hundred dudes I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes Shit but still my click sprays shit Lot of cats lookin at me Like the clique ain't shit But we still up in the Hood with them radio spins Do you know what it's like For you to have fame But your life ain't change Not a dollar to your name? I bang So I'm back where the Stick-up kids rob chains Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James I got them long things, and they all bang But I ain't tryna turn your Night to a long day You might be the one if I got the right aim It might be your son if I got the wrong aim And that's the raw thing You wanna think about So you better think it out Before you rob the wrong chain Rap got me hustling, strappin the gun again Blast if they comin in Wrath of the government Laugh til republicans, taxing our publishing Mask if you bubbling, asking you once again To pass off the fucking rent - brothers is broke never ate with a phony - Can't stomach the hoax Coming too close to death I ain't tryin to wig My mixtape's sponsored by Coke Without the fuckin IronPigs Allentown native surrounded by labor Haters that neighbor the cradle plus The craver of craters Invading til we raided or Graduating to weighing weight Debating on waiting or taking Garbage until your straight (thats right) Hold your breath for me Lay you down on a stretcher seat When I'm really tryin to vent Like a skecher sneak Until they wrestle me for Vesting in that recipe All I had left was three So these muthafuckas ain't stressin me Break it down When you talk revolution niggas take It the wrong way think you on some Gandhi Shit starving in Bombay Till you flood their city with Heat like it was Pompeii Have you singing like K-Ci, Jo Jo And DeVante (snitch) Wanna f*ck your life up? Here’s the recipe nigga Try some crystal meth and Heroin and ecstasy nigga Or you could just try fucking Ride next to me nigga Bullet trajectory you’ll hit the Ground eventually nigga Listen, look at your position Is your destiny written? Is it really free-will that you’re given? Or a choice from one Of gods infinite decisions? I don’t need any given religion It's state driven Snake Plissken escape from New York To spread the sickness Unforgiven baron wasteland apocalyptic I’ve indictably scripted Everything futuristic So now to the fullest extent Is how I live shit