Land of the g

Is there anything else you want to let people know about?
I’m going in a dog, I’m coming out a beast. God speaks to me all the time, he told me and my brother that eventually I was gonna have to face the music on all this drug shit. It’s a whole gang of rappers in the city runnin’ they mouth saying, “He ain’t a real street *, he ain’t this, he ain’t that.” Then the shit hit the fan and it really shut * the fuck up. I done heard so many stories about me. I done heard my parents got millions. Dawg you don’t understand, my daddy been dead since I was 16. My mama is an average lady with four kids that works at State Farm Insurance. I been in the hood my whole life. But I let my music speak for itself. You can look at my indictment papers and see what I was doing – trafficking five kilos or more and 100 pounds of marijuana or more. At 22 years old I coulda been ridin’ Lamborghini’s. Them bitches ain’t nothin’ but $150,000. I had that under my mattress, easy. But I spent every dime toward this music shit. I’m not glorifying no shit like that. I don’t encourage nobody to do that, only two things come from that, dead or in jail. Y’all * think y’all gettin’ away with this shit, but a * can tell on you at any time. They came got me for some shit seven muthafuckin’ years ago.