DAMN!

With no money,money...
I gotta' get out,
My pall iz a junkie,
gold spit comes out of my mouth,
I need a caddy, I need a house,
I wanna' family,you Know wat im about...
Im talkin' bout Crisis Crisis!
but im jus' stugglin' 2 pay my liscense,
bullshit n' nonsense,rollin' with no rover or benz
hate being sober and not smokin' with my friendz,
hate lookin' over my shoulder al final de cada mes.
Up early with my girly...(I don't think ya heard me!)
Up early with my girly...
Did ya hear the birdy? Or is it the landloard...
Eyo! please don't hurt me! We can work it!
Still grindin' on my feet:
 Know where 2 find me and Know where we can meet.

-Street Bucks Independiente.