This is not what I'm used to., [Verse] The shop across the road, It fills my needs and keeps me company, When I need it, Voices beat through my walls
my my (The scoundrels the robbers the racketeers) For us And thee angels said (The underworlds) [Priest:] Look at the killers, dealers, scramblers Hustlers, pimps, low lives Are running
What if momma finds me like this Wonder this dirts still alive I don't know how to resist All of these thoughts that are running through my little mind