Ken Griffey

When i crash thru, got the gage and mask to
Its the livah, somethin that ya ass can't last thru
I blast duke, the rollah, roll on, fast move
In ah spot way hot, but cash rules
Porch dwellah's, i usta torch in basement cellah's
Doin that, gettin that groove back wit Stella
Della Reese niece broke ah chunk off that piece
Wasn't right, she only get mad and leave
Mad drama, i gotta pause for the infrared and comma
And plus my momma, im grown, i feel its no
Other way to get it on, so i escape to ah place safe
My home, i need to sleep cause when you fall
Its low and deep, seeing dreams, staying up nights
Refusing sleep, its ill life, however you move
You choose to keep