I don't need you, dawg. Fk no I don't. Chilled and mellow with the Pot I'm on. Not homeless but I barely got a home. There's plenty others, No, I'm Not alone. Tears, I'm sure, many pour'em out. Fake nigga's, I call them out. I tell it how it is, you call it "Foul" I could smell your fear, from a quarter mile... away. And don't Pardon me, Chico raw and wild. Not boasting, homie, that's Word of mouth. Gun Fire! Oh you heard'um now? No Lie, At times,  One gotta be rude. At times, One gotta be smooth. At times, I'm not in a mood. That's when you gotta watch it. One day I gotta die, but not yet. Whatever you do, don't get outta pocket. ...if You do, you'd not Live! . Just being honest. A granade without the pin. Be yourself, don't stop for them. No maybe,  probably; i gotta win. I came to revive hip hop again.