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

I'm all about 'I'/ Give the rest of the vowels back

Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry/ I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride

I am my city. Nobody from my city wants to hear about my city.

And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.

I smoke till I got chest pains

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