Strapped hungry with' no vest
Some old school pimps embraced me
And built real between daffodils
The cars changed, switched at tire
partied like "Richard Pryor"
? Frames, no lens to protect
Thou' their hearts changed,
love amongst my men was neutral
We puffed, there was dough to spread
With' enough bread to [? ]
Instead I had a mouth to feed
Do the right thing is wise,
that's what "Spike Lee" said
So disguised as a mic fiend,
My kid here, career in the bloom
I don't live there no more,
Flooded bracelets they lit like
I symbolize the coldest itself
When one life's faced with' crisis
the holy faith of the righteous
Handcuffed and jailed myself
Jammed up and bailed myself
Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
It's all B.I. I had to tell myself
'Til the player gets knocked
Bitch I'm legit got rich off Hip Hop
With' one gram had plans on
So on one hand could've signed
and launched with' "Diddy"
But I ran with my other man,
a few nigga's fiances with' me
New sedans, was feelin' like
Then the jacket with' the jeans
Things ain't always what it seems
But really want your black
I'm indie with' the semi on the "Remy"
loaded talents in the clips
Got the silence on the tip
So call it what you want I'm on my