I was Blind to it before I had the stripes
Most of the shit I thought was only average nights
Taught me how to catch a case couldn’t catch flight
Most of my Og’s overrated gave me bad advice

Hard times long grind got em on his Debo
Fumbled with da grams still had a enuff to re doe
Fucking yo da bands like a drummer with ego
Grown ass man not a baby word to pio
He Learnt the ropes from from big dawgs the living legends
Now the hood Ratting like silk scarfs and linty leggings
Hard work over hand out it’s too many beggin
Don’t practice what they tweet too many twitter reverends
Washed up mad at life
Rises cycle niggas giving bad advice
Every cloth ain’t the same they wish they had the strips
Don’t let em bleach you out ya future keep ya fabric tight
/Head on swivel hand to to hand pedal
Root of evil Slap boxed with da devil
Stash box hold metal/Trap spot with rebels
Money cure everything like ginger ale in ghetto
Niggas tryn leech
Ex tryn trap me/Plug say showing love better I kno tax me
I ain’t into burning bridges so keep it classy
Prob would been rich if they ain’t kill flashy