[Intro]Yo, I told these niggas I ain't stoppin'Uh-huhChé butter queen in this bitchYeah, uh[Verse 1]Yo, since an innocent teen, my environment's Freddy KruegerTry and live out my dreams, it's a horror sceneIt's hard tryin' to get us to sleepBut with short sleeves? Couldn't see the tricks up my sleevesI had a list of goals, I'm tryin' to figure which plan'll workDepends on your thirstYou go to school? Strip scam'll workWhat's a flood to a fish?What's a gun to a fist?I keep a blade that I use just to cut the tongue of a snitchWe take life for grantedIt take pain sometimes to cherish thatWe trade the hood for neighborhoods where the whites stare at blacksCome from searchin' in trap houses, defying parents atEnough coke lines on the table to write a paragraphNever talk to snakes, that's what I learned from The BibleBut I learned from my idols to earn, work for my titleThey tell us the sky is the limit, stay on Earth for survivalBut that's why I'm moon-walking'Cause I learned that from Michael, uh[Chorus]Yeah, peep the writings that I wroteWorth diamonds in the gold, that's rightUh, from a city full of thievesTurn penny into G's, that's rightUh, peep the writings that I wroteWorth diamonds in the gold, that's rightYeah, from a city full of thievesThat's- Uh[Verse 2]Yo, I was an innocent teen, knew the difference betweenExpensive and cheap, paid my dues but I wish it was freeThey gave me crumbs, I made a meal so my niggas can eatNever settle for gettin' fed, make a position to feedLet's light a match, and see how long will the fire lastWhen they expose your skeletons to the room like a science classFrom where these niggas either shoot dope or they high off crackAnd fiends arms lookin' like Nascar tire tracksI plan on dying rich, when I was born we was brokeI take a bag, we used the sink water to pour in the bowlAnd heat it in the microwave or you can warm on the stoveBut ain't no heat, so got to wash up 'fore the water get coldThis fame shit, I wasn't impressed, I fell in love with the checksAin't that feelin' you get right before you cummin' from sexAlways pray to a god before you rush to a bed'Cause I hate family reunions, and sleep's the cousin of death[Chorus]Yeah, peep the writings that I wroteWorth diamonds in the gold, that's rightUh, from a city full of thievesTurn penny into G's, that's rightUh, peep the writings that I wroteWorth diamonds in the gold, that's rightYeah, from a city full of thievesThat's- Uh
