they got me posted up daily, tryin not to fail... tryin to make it outta stockton, 2 have a better story to tell... these sorry ass bitches and silly ass fakes...got me provin' to myself that i have whats it takes...i got my balls and my word, and thats all i'll never need, my ocassional shot of liqour and my montly dose of weed...yes indeed... i gotts it locked, guaranteed...and if you dont believe me, ask mando and anthonyz... bitch please, i can do bad on my own... i wreck the shit outta my life...cause i gotts it goin' on... you can holla atcha boy any day of the week...i wreck the shit out of this bitch and i dont even have to speak... i'ma creep in the game low key... these boys steady watchin', but don't really know me...they actin' all surprized when they see me comin' up...i worked hard for everythin'... realize that i dont give a f*ck...