TRUST
It's rare I listen to nikkas who never been in my position
A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down little man, let me school you in hood business
Seen a lotta nikkas blow, lotta dreams folded
Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain't too much left to buy, bought it I'm loaded I guess
Lear jets - I ask myself do I need love or success?
They say the artist that truly suffer his stuff is the best
'Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain pistols and sex
Remember spraypaintin' the word "Fresh" and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointin', swearin' at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Maclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to geriatric, trust ya own judgment.
Live with it and love it
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