So far from the end,
When you're this far away it's so hard to begin.
You cop a brick and play the odds to win,
Oh shit maybe this is Oz that we're in.
A drug dealers paradise,
Where all you need is drugs and a pair of dice.
And some would tell you that this life is not real,
But still who the fuck asked them for their advice?
Bitch life is like a corpusle,
Don't let the core of puss interfere with your hustle
A wise man told me life was like a shiny gem,
A wiser man told me that the gym was for muscle.
I guess that's why we push weight,
Smokin' kush while we drive tryna push weight.
I asked my dude how he was he said "barely surviving",
How the fuck you barely surviving yo you just ate?,
I asked again all he did was sit there and grin,
His little man walked in he said "he just eight".
Verse 2
I have night sweats my bitch told me "ice that",
Nobody ever told me shit like that.
My tears soak the pillow,
To chill I should probably smoke trees,
And by trees I don't mean oak or willow.
I thumbnail the 'rillo,
Crumble the L right into the middle,
Then blow until my eyes are real low.
I can't tell if this a dream or real though ,
If this that fake or real 'dro,
You know the kind of shit Jamaicans kill fo'.
My mind is in a daze,
I once thought crime was in a phase,
'Cause niggas held more 9's then Jenna Haze.
Rewind to the days,
When what you meant by niggas had 9's,
Was at the mall and fly niggas was buying J's.
Out here they'll rob you for your coat,
Or rob you for you coke,
Gun poke you leave a nodule in your throat.
Allow me to give you logic to quote,
The only project of hope...
