I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads.
In person I am everything and more. I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before.
Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing. If yeen got it, yeen got it the theory is brilliant.
Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.
The past which you carry in your purse is a gift and a curse when you goin' head first.
You a star in my eyes. You and all them white girls, Party of Five