Death Or Success Is What I Quest,

The Realest People Don’t Have A Lot Of Friends.

I'm Tryin To Make A Dollar Out Of Fifteen Cents It's Hard To Be Legit And Still Pay Tha Rent

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

Nothing But Pain, Stuck In This Game, Searching For Fortune And Fame.

The People Made Me From The Littlest Crack Head To The Biggest Baller So If I Am Bad Its Because Of The Bay And If I Am Good Its Because Of The Bay