357-Mak11, will I die to got to heaven nobody knows, so I keep stackin my rolls money, a struggle for it, ain't nothin funny some days sunny but here most are dark, as I try to make my mark hard for the common nigga, as I'm liven as a ghetto figga, gotta be quick to pull the trigga cuz aint nobody going to wait, hustlin through night sellin them rocks, for the hot plate, but gotta pack a piece case anoter nigga wanna take my piece takes more than the wise to survive so I strive to get wat im gettin, keepin in company my 357-mak 11 as I wonder for me is there a heaven?
Reason for writing:
The city life, My inspiration, the singer Tupac Shakur
Birth sign: Pisces
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