You Be At The Games Looking Right

In Your City Faded Off The Brown, Nino. She Insists She Got More Class, We Know.

When I Finish Writing A Rap Verse. It's A Lot Like Sex: You Start Off Slow With Ideas, Like Foreplay, And Then You Put Your All Into It. When You End It With The Perfect Thought, It's Like That Perfect Last Stroke.

The Game Ain't Always Fair And That's The Thing Though. You Can Play Your Heart Out, Everyone Don't Get A Ring Though.

Worried Bout Ya Followers? You Need To Get Ya Dollars Up.

There Will Be Days When I Walk In An Arena And People Will Cheer And Then There Might Be Days When I Walk In An Arena And People Might Boo, But It All Sounds The Same To Me Because It's All Just Noise That Lets Me Know That I'm Relevant.