Strive ta be a winner losing not an option.. Runnin ta tha finish line an no I'm not stopin. Women can be a downfall and friends can be a problem. Watch ya steps wen u walkin. Cuz believe tha streets iz watchin. Evil theifs plottin on how they can take ya profit. And u can get a price on ya head behind gossip. I can spot a fake nigga off eye contact alone. These niggas frail no spine in they back at all. I hear whisperin snakes still slitherin. A one way ticket ta hell iz wat I deliver them. I got a sweet deal wit my connect out in michigan. I can't say much cuz I kno tha ppl listenin. I switched up my hustle it's all bout tha rap now. Doors gettin kicked in fones gettin tapped now. I got sum niggas that ain't comin hme for a while. So u shout there name in a verse just ta make them smile. Wat up big lee u comin hme soon. Son? rome n rick u comin hme to. So ima hold it down till that day come homie. This tha shit that I spit fa my dade one homies. It ain't a easy task I'm startin ta feel tha pressure. Mama told me son dnt let tha industry stress ya. Now I'm writin evry rap like it's my last one. Vitin? on tha beat with a mutha fukin passion. Yes I'm tha cash run gotta get paid. So I treat evry day like its my mutha fukin last one. Cu-cup full of lean they tell me I should quit it. And wat I tell them back mind they fukin bidness. History in tha makin ima bout ta kill it. I won't stop till I get it god as my witness. Been in tha game for a minute I'm on my hustle still. I keep it gudda still. Welcome ta guddaville. (thanks to will for these lyrics)