I worked hard all my life as far as this music business. I dreamed of the day when I could go to New York and feel comfortable and they could come out here and be comfortable.

I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.

Why am I fighting to live, If I am just living to fight Why am I trying to see. When there aint nothing in sight Why am I trying to give, When no one gives me a try Why am I dying to live, If I am just living to die?

If God wanted me to be quiet he would’ve never showed me what he does.

No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.

I bring truth to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school.

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.