All types of situations... Everybody dealing their own shit. You know I'm sayin'. Yow, you know what, I give you 3 situations right now. A thief, a mobster and a bum. Bring the shit down. You know I'm sitting here Contemplating, Yow, I'm tired of waiting, When one is God The other one satan. And he's telling me "Go get that money you gain", And I'm telling him "Fuck you, I tryna win". God's the only one keepin' me sane, Keepin' me from outside drain, What time change, Bustin' niggas upside Their mothafuckin' head Takin' their pat Plus one little bread. Makin' the streets hot, Makin' the heat pop, Not giving a fuck As long as I see gra. Everybody fool, Nobody move (?), Sticking everything Even the all cripples do. And it's foul, Yeah, I know, that it is, So what, I even take candy from kids. On the mission Without a part of pissin, Hearing all kinds of voise I'm tryin' not to listen. It dont matter, The shit that you're facin, Everybody got their own situation. If you're livin in a mansion or a fuckin basement, Everybody got their own situation. Maybe I should go to church And find the god Before i end up dead Or behind?