Descriptions Streetlife (Ft. WHY?)

[Intro: Streetlife]
Yeah, word up
Trapped up in this bitch, on the run
As usual, you know me, trynna get on
Niggas frontin', on the don, fucked up
But it's real, word up (yo, yo)

[Streetlife]
Description, brown skin male, last seen
With Keyon father, weighin' up grams on the scale
I'm out of order, kidnap the general's daughter
Left her butt naked for dead, on the south of the border
How surveillance got my moves on watch?
They got me labeled as the criminal
Master mind, behind the plot
Watch me call a Makaveli like Pac
Fake my own death, relocate, set up shop
I keep a picture with, all my kids, buried in
A stash box with a Glock, write next to the bridge
Just in case I gots to go on the lamb
Live off land, sleep in vans, and eat out of cans
Yo, my life is like the rolling for dice, I been
Stereotyped, I don't care what the media write
I'm scarred for life, that's why I walks with a knife
Catch me in back of the church, fuckin' the preacher's wife