If you digest my flow shit'll hit your spot Opposite from the wrist Niger meaning I'm hot No need to worry to question all the shit that I got Became of that real humble laying low on the block Ain't been the same since my mama fell short to a shot Fact that she's gone and I'm living make the pain don't stop Move out the Jets or the Niger still carry a glock So if you run up on me ill-advised you sure to get popped 9 to 5 game slow so I turned to drugs All day on the grind making moves with thugs No turning back cuz the game got a nigga too deep Seeing faces hearing voices from the shots in my sleep The weed smoke keeps me sane but it calms the pain But when the high wears off it's the same old thing Niggas dying bitches lying feeling trapped in a shell Although I'm living in the flesh my soul dying in hell Holla at your Man