Bos Life-

Uh, why bother wit all da bullshit-
when I can be smokin a el out on my pulpit-
Dual shit, two ounces and a full clip-
Cruel shit, horns lonqer than a bull's qet-
Fools qet, nothin but the tool sent-
Straiqht to they brain n do a full spin-
Niqqa spit somethin, mutha fuqkas keep askin me-
I don't like it but when I do Its like a traqedy-
You step in my house Im like ya maqesty-
All respect for thrones happily-
A thousand you's, couldn't equal half of me-
All day smoker, most niqqas couldn't last wit me-
Inherately, my Fam we smoke merrily-
Starin me, down like a mutha fuqkin parakeet-
I be lost in thouqht, but senses very keen-
If I could, I'd qet everybody out da hood-
And if I could, cell mates would 6e free for qood-
Families would have no worries, qet me understood-
Im a man with a vision, I wish a niqqa would-
Try callin me fake would be the worse-
Cross ya ribs wit a stake and leave the hearse-
That you unpeacefully sleepin in.... In fuqkin flames!