I wished I was a flower, sprout in the ghetto
Not from fresh meadows where life’s a rainbow
Towering, taunting me with 7 heavenly colours
One for each sin, illusions of a beautiful world
Never satisfied with real life, I invest in reel life
My mind itching for travels to experience man’s trife
I’m a gangster, drug dealer, undercover, cop killer
I live through the eyes of actors, writers and directors
I put on many faces, rap stories are synonymous
Mafioso mentality, you can see it in my genes/jeans
9 Millie on my waist as I sit back with my Buddha sack
Puff away my smoke dreams, it was never meant to be
trife - hustle, living in harsh conditions
9 millie - 9 millimeter gun
Buddha sack - A bag of Marijuana
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