growing up as a young buck, there wasn't too much that i could touch. and i was in a rush to get a taste of the good life. and
people told me i was a waste of a good life. and i would not escape living the hood life. but yo, life is hell and that that's
grown to be expected. the only way to cope with the pain is to accept it. times is hectic, we grow up quick. endure the hardships
and watch our skin grow thick. in turn. you gotta learn my heads as hard as a brick, so can't nobody ever tell me shit. and
that's the truth. as youth i hated all of you with a passion. those who never stood in my shoes would be laughing and cracking
jokes while their two folks raked in the dough. x-mas 86' niggas had nintendo. word is bond, i ain't have shit...i had pretendo,
and at show and tell i ain't have shit to show.

this goes out to those who thought shit was sweet.
E.T.C. concrete.
and yo, niggas wanna be down w/ me. word is bond we taking over son, guaranteed.

all ya'll niggas fake. ya'll niggas act too phony. 2 years ago you didn't even want to know me. but now look at you, you copy my
style. you're lucky enough i let you still be around to play your weak shows in you weak ass town. we straight up beefing, when
you see me i see you peeking. you just mad cause' my team rose while you were sleeping. center stage, took your limelight mad now
you heated.

we're taking all your fans i guarantee it.