Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.
Never trust nobody, your moms will set your ass up.
You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
First comes the cash, then comes the ass, then come big blunts with chunks of hash.
Stay far from timid only make moves when you're heart's in it, and live the phrase the sky's the limit.
We be tight like frogs ass.