That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Money comes fast, so bein hungry don't last
Like fiends use drugs and, cars use gas
Rob past, raw cash, facing the God last
Passing by yo eyes so fast
Who threw the heat and felt the blast
I don't think I'm gonna last
Because the pigs don't get no class.
Link spot blast, even though I shot last
Can't hang you ought to stop none could surpass
I am the future, flashing back from the past
I'm writing this as if it was my last