I'm never gonna speak

You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever.
Nothing can kill me, hate in my fate, just makes me better.
Smell weed on me fine, but I didn't steal the cheddar.
Take my freedom for this moment but it isn't forever.
Questioning me, a Westside rapper but I'm not the killer.
You didn't hear it from me, but raid that Jersey dealer.
What!, you calling me a sell out?
I've never backed down and never ran from no man.
Only thing between me an you is that cops trigger.
You treat me as a criminal, fine.
Just know, that on the streets I mean as a gorilla.
Sell more eyes, than the pop kings thriller.