Black gloves and hoodies, with some timberland boots,u know I'm straight from the boot, im in the studio too, making nothing but classics, bouncing back like magic,I can't get stuck in traffic,cuz I got too many habits, with my mind on my money,an my money on my mind, master mind was okay,but I got more of these rhymes,to put on wax, flipping these tracks,if u slip then u jacked,im dressed in black,9 /11, terrorist attack,when I enter the building, they know what's up,I'm bout to kill them, sexual healing,I'm out to make a million, family problems won't go away unless you make you a million,but until my time comes I'm chilling,,,,,,,,,Hook:I remember times,I thought I wouldn't make it,I remember the times,I was broke with no patience,