As my head spins, I don't knowHow this slight show had the time to growI was too interested on live the life aloneChase the money, chase the savings,Man, doesn't really matter,I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys.()Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with,You know more soul, but this here is deep shitMe, wilsey and dope inside of a chip wheepOr in the park in a Friday night with free chips.Or are plenty, with four are out the bellyFew less guards with a bit that last the manyBags it out, trying to rule worry bands wearyFace is in the place, back in that where it was heavyDon't get me hard, fools say start slowFreestyling in this stats flat we're good atThen it disappeared and never fooled to turn backOut the jacko, see my wrist slash but gold smashWhen little Guiness was as quiet as a field massWe would've stole your car and probably though it was the startBut it's bigger than my little brother,He wait for princess, it's too many names to cover.()As my head spins, I don't knowHow this slight show had the time to growI was too interested on live the life aloneChase the money, chase the savings,Man, doesn't really matter,I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys.()As it grew, I feel a gold fraction under quickerI felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitterStart writing, told myself I'll be a spitterThen I met dogs and Mikey and the Picture figureToo big to lock the quick fig from an older levelMine's sort of fool pine dose to see the rebelAt fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times,Youngen on this mad fire.Then we met Deves and cause he only put it inAlong with Benson and Emma I knew from my scienceBack in '05 when we used to smoke and drinkFifty kids on boot street where rule the piffsWay back when it was me upon my bonesA shoe lace around my neck, held my keys up closeHe waits a lego flash, check his back on violence outWe represent it to the fullest after time, fact.()As my head spins, I don't knowHow this slight show had the time to growI was too interested on live the life aloneChase the money, chase the savings,Man, doesn't really matter,I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys.()Be Bred, two friends, come I come westMy boys now, we share a pile and lie the restWhere's new gets and my gets and at the parkIn the youth club with haseties and we spray some barsThree years by, rest in peace, Lace,Remember days he used to run around the heath waveBut I don't get to see your face into these daysLast crase, will I make it through this grind rage.Get started, show 'em love, they really understood,Though I was better, then fucking good, they grind the hoodBehind the mic, slop it still doThen it see is too expensive, I move to lose.And by the way, I forgot to say,I met when I was 13, I lose by the placeFor mom the dictorial role when we used to sprayBars on the old block, we're jumping right in flame.So()As my head spins, I don't knowHow this slight show had the time to growI was too interested on live the life aloneChase the money, chase the savings,Man, doesn't really matter,I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys.
