Tryna make sandwiches, the bread, it was stale
Came up on a couple dimes, you just preparing to sell
You put that shyt on, ain't wearing it well, imagine sharing a cell
With a nikka you never seen before
He offer the top bunk, you like, "I need the floor"
Read magazines 'bout guns you only see in war
You always brought the plug his money before you would need some more
The devil fukkin' with you, you just tryna shake the demons off
You know the block, you fell in love with guns watchin' RoboCop
You was really there, it wasn't Photoshop (Real life)