Who Could It Be - Chopped (feat. Guerilla Maab) (Chopped|Explicit)

My life is like a mercy game ducking and dodging crooked cops

On a mission fishing for feddy ready to make a knot

I'm use to having less and I just can't deal with the stress

And it seems like everywhere I go another n***a wanna test

Brother don't disrespect yourself and get yourself up in a vine

Cause I'm a maniac with a mac and a black back-pack

Smoking up on the urban fat sack I'm trying to keep from going off

But *s be trying to make me starve when I need groceries in my house

Wicked *s say they be friends but end up trying to kill your friends

Always turn to foes that's saying it's over millions

Dealing with dirty *s on a daily basis

Don't really wanna f**k with em but see they baby faces

I gotta survive

Let me live my life n***a don't f**k with me

To deal out these deeds then you die

And when it's my time hope I don't cry

Living in the ghetto day by day

I'm bumping trying to make a profit cause I gotta get my pay

You better keep watching me and

Pretty soon you'll see man

That I'm a real rich n***a from the houston streets

Fried out licking looking for something to eat

I'm on a mission whipping birds like they stole something

Pain it make me wanna roll something

I'm a soldier and I'm outta my mind

Voice mail beeping for days cause I'm out on the grind

Guess my daddy didn't love me cause he turned his back

Therefor the streets is my people a n***a learned like that

And I haaaad to get up and bleed the block

And it don't stop

My n***a herman fisher doing fed time

I remember like it was yesterday it made the headlines d**n

I had to start all over but it didn't matter cause I was a soldier

Walking around with a king size chip on my shoulder

Missing my mama while I iay down on benches to sleep

Snatching purses and hopping fences just to eat

Still I maintain I'm still in the same game chasing paper

B***h *s be up in my business like oops I'm erasing haters

I'm suc

For life kmj until I'm finished

Like popeye from the ghetto but a n***a don't need no spinach

All I need is my nina when I be flipping birds

Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word