Let me paint a picture of a kid who was a product of environment got married to the game for a earlier retirement. The kid didn't realize it could also mean your life could expire quick. Along with a give give me sense of entitlement. Born into the game with a bag to slang and his family's last name kept most of the sharks at bay. Biggest plug on the block only 12 years old a itchy trigger finger and won't hesitate to draw that rifle quick . Now he's 14 already has a vehicle and a fake ID a rubber band full of hundos in his pocket and a stash tucked away in a underground locker just in case he's caught slippen by these wanna be robbers that find out you fuck with him you can end up sleeping with the fishes while hanging out under water next to lines in the water and kicking it with the bobbers. but that's just what happens when you got more game than the globe trotters. and not afraid to hit you harder than a class 5 hurricane separate your brain cells, lobes, and cortex's with only the single motion of his hand and a kiss to his pinky ring from man in a high thread count suit and tie with no name. it's safe to say he's a threat to say the least he's only a kid but his souls older than the cretasious. 0 fear in his heart so when he says give him space shit better get spacious. Now he's 18 with a platinum tounge and much wiser riddin with a bunch of killers and thugs and a 460 under the hood of a mercury Marquis lowrider. His best friends are frog skins with Benjamin franklins face on the front page and used to trade for favors and debts in a corrupt game where bitch made nillas are quick to give up first and last names to men who wear ugly blue outfits, tote guns, that pretend to be your friend but hate your guts and will quickly throw your ass in a cage for years of your life in a environment where testosterone runs high then upon your release from the belly of the beast expect you to stay sane and be the same not realizing the unreversable knowledge you gained from the other inmates so future felony's are a thing of the past because you learned from there mistakes and now you know how to not get caught and always get away because you fine tuned your 51 50 precision instrament of a brain. (Chorus) From a young age I had more game than a harlem globe trotter. Enough pull in the streets to make you a bed with concrete sheets yeah you sleep on me then you sleeping under water. with a fish named grim who's all about biting hooks and tippin off one of these bobbers.
