? Damn.. [M-Child] [Chorus x2] My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel, My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real. I'm blessed
neck of the woods I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my
.D. They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin'? And if we flip, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
never heard of Ice-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this
even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come
my gauge We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better
aint shit to me All that talk it aint shit to me Big money aint shit to me It aint shit to me Publishing Aint shit to me Management deals aint shit to
some deep shit; got the deep six And everybody sad sendin' flowers to your ceremony They lost thier motherfuckin' homey Damn audi 5 on some dumb shit
to my physical you gone...to me you still here I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there Probably watching over me calling out my fouls Fuck with
love my methods Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless The key copper have to eat proper Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be
and B You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep Holdin
' care of the family Carry a scar on my nose that came from my granny A major player in this game knew it since day one Lookin' for shit to be the same
type of, with Kryptonite eyes Not knowin' I'm trippin', I walks out to my vehic' Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit I'm out the parkin
a while Now honey child, if you're gon' be acting funny style Then I don't need ya It's Saturday, this night fever Shit is popping, Acheeva my mouth
C'mon homies give it up Yeah, I'm from that click that slap clips with hollow point tips And serve bitch niggaz quick with this gangsta shit Tray Deee, ya heard of me, murder be my
confrontation You can ask me, have any conversation You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga Talk shit now, talk shit now Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit
