[The crew] (Are Y´all readyyyy!) Ohhh we turnt! [Verse 1: Unknown] Yeah! hol.. Hold up for a minute yaow Y´all some small street n***as! Why you acting all grown like Jay-Z n***a! (oh sh**, we getting there) Yeah, can't even enjoy a drink no more, you spitting like you big man, but no biggie man got one hit man and sit down Sometimes i just don't understand this game now No beef or nothing but still acting shady just to get some fame? Ima get there, by myself, i don´t need no haters I might smoke i might not (might not n***a!) but i can´t get manipulated like you b**h n***a! and the studio sess got You´r b**h, grinding up on my b**h, while she s**ing my dick! where ya at n***a? Let us take it back a notch, back to memory lane A quick ride´er up highhhh yo I been through some sh** Y´all dont understand sh** man The psychologist couldn´t help a n***a f**ing think man I was left alone, losin´hope, losin´home! Family worried, chance was gone, my girl was gone Everything was f**ing wrong Now im "cold and don´t care bout´you no´more"? Everything was good, what the hell happened to us baby? Its all good to be real sometimes Talking sh** so deep sometimes But all i can think of is f** the psychologist That b**h made it all worse Made me feel a lot worse n***a Couldn´t even drop a f**ing verse n***a! I think a need a second or ima blow up in a minute now Yo the freestyle got a bit too intense now Pheww Yo yo yeah! yo (ooo you k**ed it man, the mic on fire)