Cracked down on gangsta

now don't get it twisted my lyrics will leave you in the dust unassisted

In the brain i'm given with every sentence i've written i've inflicted

pain beyond belief don't let these niggas believe your a thief

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

for your soul that you won't be able to keep

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin on some long beach

we be toking up on blunts til we pass out

Yea and this is something to think about

if you live in the hood your going to grow up misunderstood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

where they cracked down on the gangsta's

Who can't afford the property taxes

in a corrupt nation that everyone knows is full of desecration

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

of a life without no ending in a world condescending

My flow's different, my money's hard, but comprehending

no lyrics could best this even with ryhmes unending

Joy exists in this world. open your eyes and stop pretending

stop believin in this life your ascending

I get that like facebook, your position is pending

you can be like chief keef because your ryhmes lack rhythm

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

in this rap game you know i don't have any competiton

Dismissive like we miss the principle of being a good citizen.

In the words of the mindful your lyrics are irrelevant to this situation

Its the hesitation of the big man that can cause the deviation for one nation

because our country's life and cost of living keeps inflating

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

can't even stop yet because i feel so fascinating

For the day that they can say i fell off, they'll be celebrating

the death of a rap god its definitely going to be devastating