I heard about crack on the news and I was like, "Oh, that's what the niggas must be doing." And when I kept coming outside, I was doing my own little jostlin' to get my money.
We be tight like frogs ass.
I'm lonely! I'm bored!
Never let no one know how much dough you hold.
The second time I went to jail, I was like, 'okay, this is not the move.'
Going shopping all the time. Just making money, and competing with the niggas in other neighborhoods. And the whole competition with the girls - who had the prettiest girlfriend - and going partying. It was just on. It was fun!