only built 4 cuban linx vs me against the world

[the rhyme king]

i got me against the world personally lyrically and musically.

 

[the rhyme king]

I see death around the corner,
the pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them nikkas
that was buggin'
My homie told me once,
don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfukkers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nikka, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner