Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.

Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin' changes

When I talk about money. All you see is the struggle. When I tell ya, I'm livin' large, you tell me, its trouble.

We probaly in hell already, our dumb asses not knowin, everybody kissin ass to go to heaven aint goin.

If I win and get the money, then the Oakland Police department is going to buy a boys' home, me a house, my family a house, and a Stop Police Brutality Center.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

Can you picture my prophecy?