In my brain all I think about is fame.
Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest.
Can you imagine what it's like for you to be who I am, who I was, and for them to say that I raped a woman? And for the whole world to actually be entertaining the thought that you raped a woman. That's hell.
No matter how hard it gets, keep your chest out, keep your head up and handle it.
You gotta find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies.