Minds Killah Priest (Ft. Starkim)

[Starkim]
Cowards die, dozens of death
The man recovers, live like the best
I know it feels good when you get shit off ya chest
I tell my niggas, hustle hard
Eyes up, niggas scared to rest
Want more, fuck the less
Life's good, stay off stress
The rise of star, yeah I bump next
Recognize real, you betta respect
Kid, I blast at ya pussy ass
A person neva asks questions
Hammers and drugs, I call it like the thugs
Y'all call it criminal of weapon
You just a bitch ass, kiss ass, and keep steppin'
You can't do nothin' positive
Twist ya fingers up and bang
And keep reppin', poverty, King's and fiery
I'm just hood, I told myself to change
That was a lie to me, back in the hood was rockin' my G
On the block, boots on, shoes on, a hoodie
Screamin' "Who's flyer then me?"
Blood in my mouth, schemers, screamin' "Who's higher then me?"
West Coast love, I'm East side King
Ridin' strapped wit that thing-thing
A nigga ain't lookin' for beef
Where's the ginseng? My dun go ching-ching mothafucka