we got large nines,carbines for hard times,involved crimes,we sold dimes,in our primes,knowing we gone shine in our mines,one of a kind im a ghetto Einstein, dope is so raw,we had um on lines,turned a coal mine,into a gold mine,whole time,I was plotting to get ahead,my day one he got locked he in the feds,took to trial should of copped he should of plead,my other homie,got shot can't feel his legs,fuck walking,he glad he ain't dead,Crack baby,I was raised by based head