Sometimes I'm smoking and sometimes I don't 'Cause sometimes I'm balling and sometimes I'm broke Who says I'm a made man that's some joke I rap in at day and night I slam dough I still live in the hood trying to make things smooth I still live in the hood trying to make big move I still live on the bottom of mic cabin beretta 'Cause in the streets it's the only thing that brings the butter As I avoid the offices undercover I live the street life lonely and cold nights Sometimes I rap and sometimes I fight 'Cause sometimes it's good but it's never fucking nice Like fake MCs with a fake fucking knives The man that still has a beast The beast didn't tell me that i still need to eat This is the hip hop game I need a fucking feast...