When i was younger, that's how i lost a bunch of friends I realized it wasn't worth it. graff makes you lose your friends in the end Of all people, i would know. i let fame get to my head Because most of those people i used to kick it with, don't even know if i'm still alive or dead Are three letters and a fake name really worth it? f** your crew beef Let's start on a new leaf Bullsh** drama tearing the culture apart I remember when we used to settle beef with our art At the very most, i would get down for respect But the new heads don't know what's up with their set Senseless gun violence is how i lost 4 of my friends And being a girl, i was breaking some necks All this fame made me feel heavenly A loner now a popular kid over night-my head's stuck in reverie! Streaks, cans, markers, I'm at war with the streets-those were my weaponry I've moved past this-all i hold on to is memories The art of a can is part of a man But done by a lady-that's way past a call me maybe And lately-i see the cycle continue-and it's only getting worse My little homies are using weapons and using racial slurs I try to get ‘em to stay out- But i was the same age as them, and made so many mistakes So i guess i let em learn thru the aches and the pain Not religious-but i pray That they don't lose any homies-nothing takes that pain away So remember do it because you're pa**ionate and love it Because fame just makes you just another number And let karma get your enemies-even though revenge feels better than a motherf**er! I tried not to curse when i speak these humble words But that's the only way it will stick with you So i hope every night-that the cops are out of sight Because if you run-that makes you outta line I'm not talking about c**a-this is a different kind of high Getting away with murder-cops are on a power strike