night rida day times for da birds. I'm from da streets of the ville new york where u live and u will/. what's really real is this world we in. it's what you make it so I've dabbled through the hustles of da various sins. / "Yea,"gotta get it cuz ambistion is deep. if I dont, I live a lie. no motivation just weak/. "Shit". I keep my mind on my bands, and hands in the dirt, know I'm living wrong ,and my mama I hurt, "but," it's for da better. stormy weather when it rains is the struggle squeezed tight,world's pain. "I know u feel it". Too much to deal wit, but maintaining is the game. who's in it for the fortune, or the fame? I want the doe, but most ,my fam and team to share we winnin./ circulation is a must and know we livin. (Double)