yo hard times got me writing rhymes and spitting bars.. its a hard life.. right or wrong ..im shooting for the stars.. no wheels but im drivin like a nascar no crib but streets is like my back yard i go off on the track as i should rollin up dat piff in the back wood gotta ease my thoughts cuz life is short gotta f keep it one hunnit like a newport fuck the law i run the system im the glitch in the game thats been missing any beat rip it up to precision beat the beat upthen re why would i? if they dont listen.. if i die boss it up on like a cheat code i show it off just kick it off ima run it back dog fuck retail i get deals to killl time and spitting bars to kill time and stay strong..