A lot of people struggling and make a holdin´ on by the spirit they took I´m living proof, let me tell you the truth Ain´t no body bullet-proof, head shots just faded Growing up in the navel of the beast, guns sprayed
Nothing seems to have made me, especially in the 80´s That´s when crack-cocaine went crazy, I was a part of the struggle Like a starter kid,My revolver spit,Fuck! About solving things to be the way Even fist fight let it slide or pop the heat,Ain´t nobody stopping me (Nobody!) My Philosophy,Over-Achieving is seen through fresh property It´s something like photography,Take a picture cuz this might be the last time You see a g nigga cross state lines,Daily that won´t be complete Till I check-check every,catch me in my zone Overseas How we do this for ease,Detect the [?] So-So many [?],That the retire free