Ahh man let me tell you somethin I have been through a lot running from the cops and shit yeah they say I’m a bad kid but I just got a lot of bad choices and these voices keep popping into my head while I lay in bed about sucide jimmy is my do or die flyin over the skies trying to make a rhyme man then I committ a crime I wanna die because all I got is pain inside keeping me from achieving my goals these hoes I will never choose over my bros these hoes be lackin they always capping but I’m still strap I’m in my jacket in July and I’m still flying high I got this sucide on my mind jimmy again is my do or die later