Your simple words just don't move me... You're minor, we major. You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player.

On a park bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous, you try bust your gat and keep it rel but you nameless

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money, I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny.

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate

Sickle cell anemia made me a real angry kid. I was angry at God. I used to sit there and pray to God, please, take this pain away. It was nothing magical happening, there was nothing there. I felt like my prayers were not being answered. It made me real moody, I had an attitude problem growing up as a young child.

Every time the ball drop on New Year's Eve, We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese.

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from. You can run but you can't hide forever.