Death Row

I can do this with my eyes close I saw the hatred and the fakeness Through the blindfold had me stuck in My ways know I'm in Grind mode Where the Real ones at cause I can't find those And I've been crossed do many times it got my mind drove Crazy I'm young but I still stick to the G code feel like Everybody else been taking the cheat code They beefing and they catching fades over cheap h*es And they been running with the swag like its repo' Put a couple shots in them like a free throw Get him gone quick and if I ever fall that would be a long slip Nigga get locked up on some coming home sh*t niggas be spreading Rumors he ain't coming home B*tch what imma do with yours man I need my Own sh*t got to get it out the struggle and double up the hustle and get to the cheddar cheese ian' talking ruffles so much weight all on my back all this MFN muscle And they still wonder while I slide with the cutter I don't got no friends you ain't my MFN Brother cause even the ones close will still slit your throat and cut you cause niggas be cut throat they say that they want smoke if you ain't getting no money then what did you come for I got it straight out the pot just like it was gumbo I'm bout to Kill all you Rappers just put me on Death Row!