29 AND STILL ALIVE,DIRTY 30 THEN THERES 40,NEXT IS 50,CENTS OR DOLLARS,POP MY COLLAR AND HOLLAR.
THANK GOD FOR EACH BREATH THAT I TAKE ,MISSED MY OWN WAKE,WOODEN STAKE THROUGH MY HEART,CANT PART MY WRONGS FROM RIGHT,AS I BITE FROM THE POISON APPLE.
NEW YORK TO THE HEART,GOT NO LOVE FOR YA'LL.
LIFE IS A COURSE THAT CANT BE TAUGHT,IN TIME YOUR CRIMES WILL TURN SUBLIME.
IN YOUR NIGHT LIFE YOUR WAYS ARE WICKED.
NOW REST YOUR TIRED CHEST UPON MY BULLET PROOF VEST,
LABLED A WHORE CAUSE I ALWAYS HAD MORE.
SORRY YOUR LIFES A BORE.
ENEMY TO ME CURIOUS TO SEE
WHAT MAKES YOU BLINK AS I WINK MY EYES.
BEYOND YOUR LIES LOOSE TIES DOUBLE KNOTS.
YOUR BOUND TO GET CAUGHT.
CANT RETREAT WHATS ALREADY BEEN CAUGHT.