I was only a youngin when my niggas told me break bread I almost got slung in when I was down the street bussing,oh shit there go the feds had to run so quick couldn't roll up no dreads walking with the stick and blick I ain't out here holding hands I'm jus tryna get to the paper I'm jus tryna get to the bands I was hustling so I was a scraper ain't no nigha tell me shit when I was broken and down on my dick I got drop on a nigga and the team came with a split my enemies became my assist on a flick niggas looking scary cus we bout what we spit I kno what I kno,imma still do my shit i always carry the pole,cus i kno imma hit rahhhhh rahhhh rahhh rahh rah