MAKSIUTA - Illusions

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God dam why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cuz I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexing that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the East side of town
Now you're six feet underground
From man to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is!
Click clack barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out on a bang
Wa dada dang wa dada da dang