Lyric Face Off - Intro

[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