A lot of people - black, white, Mexican
Young or old, fat or skinny
Have a problem being true to theyself
They have a problem looking into the mirror
And looking directly into their own soul
That's the reason I am who I am today
Cause I can look directly in my face and find my soul
I'm old enough to know better
Young enough to not give a f-ck
Rather hold my high and
Die then live and duck
If you're cool being taken down and giving up
Your lifestyle's a blow job

The way you're living sucks
I done felt pain  waited but no help came
Went through some crazy
Shit still kept myself sane
You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain
Ever been told "go to hell"
And felt flames
The water's to your neck and only gets deeper
It's all down hill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it  be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss  it aint get no cheaper
But there's a man above that we all under bro
No bread truck but he work wonders though
After you wake up  everything is wonderful
You can overcome anything you undergo
As an artist I'm just tryna paint the perfect picture
But see where tryna wait for
Somebody that's perfect gets you
That usually lead to nothing like virgin kisses
And I be tryna cut  surgeon bitches
Dreams of splurging riches
Pretty but curvy misses
Chef to serve the dishes
Driving to swerve the ditches
I'm just another kid on the purple wishes
And the streets is tough
On the verge of viscious
So I sold weed and crack  business
That white girl helped a nigga  Fergalicious
But getting money bring jealousy
And verbal disses
So when you killin' shit watch out for the murder witness
An old head told me
Let nothing disturb your business
Beef is only good when you
In the burger business
So I chilled  but loaded up the steal
Like I wish a nigga would
But I know a nigga will
But for real you loaded up to kill
Cause soon as a nigga
Could the sooner a nigga will
And I don't owe these niggas nothing
Put that in a nigga will