The hustlers on the corner were my role models.
I had gone to jail, but I wasn't gettin' locked up for drugs then. I was gettin' locked up for guns. My moms kept finding guns and stuff in my room and she was gettin' more scared.
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
What happens on that corner happens on every corner.