Some people tell me that I need helpSome people can fuck off and go to hellGod damn, why they criticize meNow shit is on the rise so my family despise meFuck em! And feed em cause I don't need emI won't join em if I can beat emThey don't understand my logicTo my gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronicI never wanted to hurt a niggaUnless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig yaThat grave on the east side of townLay ya six feet undergroundFrom man, to the dust to the ashesAll I remember tell me where the cash isClick Clack barrel at my domeGive all your loot or you ain't going homeBut I ain't going out wit the painWa da da dang, wa dada daa dangI'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad insideI'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mindI'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad insideI'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mindMuthafuckas be drivin me up the wallsHopin that I fall but they can suck my ballsStraight jacket, strap itIn a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack itDistracted from our realityNow I'm let out on a minor technicalityThey all fucked up nowCause they let a nigga back on the street somehowI'm lookin for someone like meLivin in my own world to my own degreeOn the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big tittiesLookin at me and I feel shittyA little tensed up gettin hotCause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spotI'm tryin to find ways to copeBut I ain't fuckin round wit the gauge or a rope
