hard times build character, or so i'm told. they teach you lessons worth their weight in gold. and i've been shown things happen
for a reason.
i know your kind. you want one thing: the gusto. keep it in mind. i know your kind.
what up chief? you's a shifty thief with shaydee eyes. play the role like a toughguy. you need a grammy. it's wack. smile to my
face, talk behind my back. in fact, when i'm around you be riding my sac. your sh** is played out. try and use me to get your
name out, so you can stay out, cash in the fame no doubt. i ain't stupid. i know what your about son. getting that clout done, so
you can attract a bigger crown dunn. yeah, you's a foul one. always preach "keepin it real", when you're a fake b**h handing out
raw deals. your sh** is too sloppy to have appeal. your style is too cliche for ma**es to feel.
you's a shaydee jealous b**h, try and play me to get rich. fit in my niche.
e.town.
this goes out to my peeps up in the crowd. this goes out to my n***as getting wild. this goes out to the kids that's
representing. this goes out to toughguys teaching lessons. this goes out to those that are true. this goes out to you.