For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that he fucks with me Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell Yeah I'm right here Gun in my right palm Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit this mic on I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga You catch a hundred if you speaking in court I'm feeling like Michael Just before the verdict Sweat on my forehead I'm anxious and nervous These streets ull eat you if you let em Cop ull beat you You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you I try and listen more and speak less Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest You on the corner and I'm flying buy Some foreign exotic mo' fucker You know we flying buy Oh you got nine lives I got a pine box You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped And I ain't lying Ac Yeah I'm lying hard Run up on anybody that's supplying my block