Used to have voices in my head, that's cool
'Cause the boy still here well fed, that's true
Mean that since truth's all that I had, gotta carry that
When nothin' you propose or alter it, gotta marry that
How we interpret that merge is all relative
I stand behind every word, like we all relatives
Less made men, over a decade in
I'm from the days when lil' nikkas got they chest caved in (talk about it)
See I left home and sleepin' in parks was like a meltin' pot
Ain't DM an ex, it was dark baby and hell is hot
Black MPV was parked, used to yell it ock
Drive by, circle the block, check if he fell or not
Full of smokers in my Polo pull-over
The day a nikka' scared to be dolo and pulled over
'Cause they gats go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Since I remember it all, I'm wantin' a flashback
Rest in peace Grandpa, I see him tilting his flask back
Our times kinda' the same, it's tough to grasp that
No code of honor and they conduct
Alarmin' because seein' grievin' mommas somber even Dalai Lama
Wish music was my escape
I was still naive, it was beautiful when this maze crucial to how we behaved
Just like concussion is brutal the way we slave
They don't tutor you to what it'll do to you at this stage, listen!
Fact sharing, I'm seein' no matter the scenes
'tween a rock and a heart places are bad pairin'
I'm paranoid, plenty buy a couple feet and shyt
Gettin' money is easy, the struggle's keepin' it
To all the hustlers in the world, whatever your muse is
Hustlin' music, or hustlin' excuses, live!
Some think too small, they can't vision it
Don't even bother hittin' my line, I'm transitionin'
yeah I can't see how nikkas saying it ain't close