This song is just ridiculous... The blues for a new generation
(Verse 1)
Is that your baby Darryl?
I blow so much trees I think I'm sterile,
She can't be mine...

eyes wide but I'm blind,
I'm driving but I think I'm flying,
loaded out my mind tryna hold it together
Standing in this place where the fiends bring cheddar
To them nikkas on the block most likely with a wetter,
Can't get caught slipping out here young dude,
My patna dipped through, his whole whip got chewed 
Died young and confused but never made the news 
You see my face on the wanted poster, MOB shyt
But it's not La Cosa Nostra, I'm a fukkin soldier
Only froze just to pose for a picture
You beg to differ, can't understand the hop sniffer
I understood even when i didn't think I could
(Verse 2)
I'm a mobsta, eating fish and pasta
Drug dealer, take all my gear straight to the cleaners
When I'm in the Midwest I get dressed at Harold Pener's
Speak what's on my mind, release what's held in us 
Getting loud with the Jack? You'll need a trip to the dentist
Remind me of my life every time I watch Menace
The world believe in us so the DJs spin us

The feds raid all the time, be straight tryna send us

In the end it's a bytch, best friends become snitches
Scared to do a few years? You forgot who you is
I feel the worst, nikka have you ever seen a head burst?
Keep it trill boy, why you gotta lie to me?
It's war outside, don't wanna die? Stay on the side of me 
Y'amsayin? (it's real tho)
Cause I'd never send you on a fukkin move you can't face

You ain't built for murder, but that's another case
I fukked with Fed-X, cause he ain't scared to blast
I thought I'd never kill a man but then time passed
I had the nine to him closer than his eyelash
I used to laugh but now I think about if I'll last 