Yeah, me? Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm just tryna say somethin' before I, I dropped off
I want to make my mark before I disappear into obscurity.

I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger No bluff needed, we will kill niggas So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back Trying to win this white man game with my heart intact All off a dollar and a dream that I really had Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets North north is the side where my family stay Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims I ain't nothing but a nigga, ain't no reason to pretend
I am a true Tom Sawyer of the streets, always looking for trouble. I never lie and I'm always prepared to kill. I'm trying to succeed in a white-dominated society with my integrity intact. Even though I came from nothing, I don't lose sleep over it. I'm from the north side, and I can't wait to have money to spend on luxury items. I don't try to pretend to be anything other than what I am.

Kept the sticky in the Stussy pouch Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul Mooney at the movies but the moon was out Food was always optional Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew Baggies laying 'round, peanut shells at a carnival Stomping clowns, welcome pussy niggas to the romper room Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do In a park at 2, plotting, trying to garner loot Split it with his big roll dog, call him Marmaduke Searching for a shard of truth and found uh Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok Road to Hell paved with cement, covered trussled drugs, toughen up
I had drugs on me, and I was wearing a ski mask and bloody hoodie. We were in a beat-up car at night, throwing out weed from the window. I wasn't sure when my next meal would come, as I was often beaten in the stomach. My mom knew I was selling cocaine. I had baggies lying around like peanut shells at a carnival. I was ready to fight anyone who challenged me, and I didn't care about the consequences. I was in the park at 2 a.m. trying to come up with a scheme to make money. I shared the profits with my friend, who I call Marmaduke. In the end, my road to success was paved with drug dealing and crime.

Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe Until that little bindi placed, headshots, red dot Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, Fed watch Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi All courtesy of Vincent from niggas who plot against Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, bitch Few niggas I'm on a first-name basis with Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted like he 'Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking Whether Hell or bad weather, high water, I'm a sailor-type Assailant for the paper, living like I met the maker twice Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami, take a hike Or treat it like you fucking shaking dice, bitch
Vinny Stape is foolish to think the city is safe, as I am always watching and ready to act. I run with a group of sinister individuals, all thanks to Vincent, who helps protect me from those plotting against me. I don't hesitate to use my Tec-9 to shoot at those who cross me. I'm friends with only a few people, who address me by my nickname. I'm always making money and I'm not afraid of anything, not even the devil. I'm an assailant for money, living my life like I've encountered death twice. I'll keep smoking weed until I drop or I'll keep living life like a gamble.

"Well, alright, okay, if that's how you truly feel about it, then Alright, okay, if that's how you truly feel about it, then"
I'm not going to argue, and I'll respect your opinion.