When I leave I always come right back here. The young spitter that everybody in rap fear.
Blame the city I'm a product of it
All my first dates are interrupted by my fame because every picture taken is a fan that you can gain.
How bout you and all your morals in that outfit that you borrowed/Make the most out of tonight and worry bout it all tomorrow.
Everybody talks and everybody listens, and somehow the truth just always comes up missin.
I'm somebody that you should know.