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Visualizing the realism of life and actualityFuck who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salaryAnd my mentality is money-orientatedI'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percentersBut something must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinnersNow some resting in peace and some are sitting in San QuentinOthers such as myself are trying to carry on traditionKeeping the effervescent street ghetto essence inside us'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide usEven though, we know somehow we all gotta goBut as long as we leaving thievingWe'll be leaving with some kind of doughSo, until that day we expire and turn to vaporsMe and my capers will be somewhere else stacking plenty papersKeeping it real, packing steel, getting high'Cause life's a bitch and then you dieLife's a bitch and then you dieThat's why we get high'Cause you never know when you're gonna goLife's a bitch and then you dieThat's why we puff la'Cause you never know when you're gonna goI woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty, it's a blessingLetras de cancionesThe essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh andMy physical frame is celebrated cause I made itOne quarter through life some Godly-like thing createdGot rhymes three hundred sixty five days annual plus someLoad up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs fromMy skull cause it's pain in my brain, vein, money maintainDon't go against the grain, simple and plainWhen I was young, at this I used to do my thing hardRobbing foreigners, take their wallets, their jewelsAnd rip their green cardsDipped to the projects flashing my quick cash andGot my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hashNow it's all about cash in abundanceNiggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundredsI switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow"That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lottoOnce I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacksI cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot backTime is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabricPack a 4-matic that crack your whole cabbageLife's a bitch and then you dieThat's why we get high'Cause you never know when you're gonna goLife's a bitch and then you dieThat's why we puff la'Cause you never know when you're gonna go From Letras Mania