I think about more than I forget, but I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat.

I'm the lyrical vendor, hip-hop is my shop

If time is money/ I'm an hour past paid

Nothing scares me but God.

If I die today, it'd be a holiday

I don't care what you say, so don't even speak.

With everything happening today, You dont know whether you're coming or going, But you think that you're on your way, Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it.