lil ting I wrote dis morning or yesterday I think
added the last line jus now lol
anotha momma went n loss her only child/
me I fit the victim n suspect profile/
jus anotha juvenile a yung nigga that be runnin n gunnin wild/
feedin fiendz till he goes in for the nex while/
b4 they died all my homies did was smile, no matta the situation/
at the station, this or that nation, no matta what we facin/
neva showed no frustration, even when we was starvin, ready to barge in/
tryna live large n itz wit the shotz that Im carvin/
a artist, the smartest, the hardest, the one that neva getz carded/