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

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

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.

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate

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

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

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.