[heavy breathing] 
 
[Pastor Troy] 
One... 
Two... 
Three... 
In the beginning, God created drugs 
And other thugs, with other thoughts 
The path that's never walked 
The class that's never taught 
Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters 
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later 
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions 
But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin' 
I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in 
So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends 
I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool 
These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused 
But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost 
From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss 
Face off 
 
[heavy breathing] 
 
I'm leavin' that joint like that