[Verse:1] Must I really state my name, state my claim What I'm into, things I've been through More or less, you know about the cases You know my life is these rapper's career's basis Behind the wheel with them faces Foreign broads and them foreign cars Pray and hope that I'm falling off Nah my man, I'm holding on Something new, in that Bugatti blue Boss, boss, I leave them boys sick Forty-eight bosses just to prelude to The evils these cold streets made me do Ratchets I've blazed, rivals I've buried Millions I've spent to story-line buries Y'all be knowing how hard I roll Ain't got to tell you young bloods, Ya'll all know! [Hook] I ain't got to talk about it Tell New York about it California know about it H-Town know about it Arizona know about it Chi-Town know about it Ain't got to flow about it [Verse:2] Must I really go on, on a song about my time And fights on all amounts, bidding with lights Old timers keeping my head to the script Let this time serve you, have faith in God kid Must I really say, I shot a few goons But for the most part, think the realest is cool Guess I'd say I searched my soul, but found nothing new Just what was already there, things that I already knew And must I talk about my time in the box? Doing sly feds, twenty-three on the cops In the next cell, my partner was locked Going through hell, since the rock