street child

You know you've always loved jumping to conclusions.
Taking and using, always topping off my confusion.
And all the shit I had to bring up to the table.
While you, hissed and spit and told lies and fables.
Now without you, I'm free
I'm out here doing me
My own thing, flipping trees
Pray tell me is this the real me?
Can anybody feel me?
Cuz I'm feeling so filthy
Best let me know cuz these punks trying to kill me.
  Cuz they know, I don't do dope
And I never go broke
Broke ass wannabes just can't ever cope
So you've got bitches out here
With 9's, blades and lasers
Hope they're ready for a war
Cuz I ain't never been a faker
I'm a real money maker
I fuck until I chafe her
Best come through, real soon
If you've got my paper
I ain't playing no games
Cuz bitch I am the game
Keep your cameras to yourself,
I want money, fuck the fame

Cuz I'm a grown man
I don't play on superstition
I go finger on the trigger
That's my disposition
So if you can't hack it
Id suggest a different region
Cuz here, snitch bitches like you
They are in season
But I'm loyal to the street
Never guilty of treason
I've been known to go off,
For no or any given reason
Best step back boy
I'll knock you into next weekend