i think back and i never had a chance should've stayed in school instead i broke the rules sold drugs made money hustled like a thug chased the bunny ran aroud like a mother fuckin dummy got drunk around the clock i always hade a bag for sale and if i didnt i could get it i was a baller had to chase the dollar and tree smoke until my eyes would bleed had to take the lead a pack of wolves had to eat talk about it be about it real livin on the edge i had to spin the wheels cald days sleepless nights grownin up as a kid there was always a fuckin fight hit the the hommie up tight gettin high as a kite take flight its outta sight the way i might flip the script check first reverse the skills payin bills climbin hills steppin over daffodils