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.

Can the Lord forgive me? Got the spirit of a thug in me.

Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep.

It don't stop 'til the casket drop.

I'm not perfect. But I'll always be real

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle, I make mistakes but learn from every one, And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one, If I upset you don't stress, Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet

Don't support the phonies, SUPPORT THE REAL