If I should fall asleep and death takes me away, Don’t be surprised son, I wasn’t put here to stay. In L.A. we buy houses, fuck apartments and lofts. It’s kinda hard bein humble in the belly of the struggle, Doin things that probably get you in trouble. They smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash, Mad and stuff because they don’t have cash If you for real then you know the deal, I do or die, and I never ran, never will. I leave scientists mentally scarred, Triple Extra Large, Wild like rock stars who smash guitars… My radio, believe me, I like it loud, I’m the man with a box that can rock the crowd. Walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete.