drop the mic, I miss Mac, coming from a place called z-town, were my niggers live life for the side line, everybody is doing drugs, why u had to kill my nigger drug, it gets me mad when I think 'bout it, coz used to roll J's every morning, now am getting high on my own, talking to god hopping that I find an answer, but hopping that I don't, lose myself to this crawl world.