My minds on denial by going down the street, My heart is full of fakers so i cant even smile G Im in the situation were i cant go back Running from the homies care thinking were these punks at I cant take it no more im sick and tired of this These lil unda cova motha fuckas gone slip I see them coming while the sun goes down Corrupted like a motha fucka knowen how to take em out Its plain and simple how this game all goes Motha fuckas gone hate if ur pockets arent swo. Thats the reason i cant trust nobody especially a bitch that says everything she knows about me I keep it lowkey the way it should be plotin on my next move sceemin for more money multiplyin chips is wat its about if ima die rich fuck it that the only way im going out