Men are like roaches, they live under pressure a single men approches and that's his worst error "Wassup? need sum'?" end of the discussion Chilling on my coushins Time fly while dudes keep punching streets are hard and thats the game but hard to gain respect rest in peace to the rappers who have lost their voices when they died, Word up son i keep a thought for all their lives, so they can still reflect blocks, streets and gang, that's the thing leftovers of what's remain, of an era keep pushing brotha, this shit isn't over think of what you can do when you'll got that paper Like mef and red having cars, bitchs, fresh clothes comes with hard rap labour it's all good, keeping on my mood, leaning on a track words that can only be true to you and me, homie and that's right, got that shit tight, while playaz keep mumbling i keep it real in the area loosen up the skills on a map who can deal with that? game is changing but i can't i have skill but fo real, this isn't what i planned