...I toss up them sets when I crawl through the jects/
watchin for Johnny Law, waitin on a call or a text/
I came a long way from hidin white rocks in my jaw/
hidin my knots inside of white socks in my draw/
tradin nine glocks like inside stocks on the Wall/
Streets on call, neighbor bumpin Pac in the hall/
"so many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars"/
the realest words I ever heard, at least thus far/
over several instrumentals my pencil would crush bars/
my friends use to spend they ends on lunch bars/
but I was much farther, I wasn't far from Justin Martyr/
I come too far to rush the part where I crush the mortar/
I've run too far to come apart when I touch recorders/
under par like Arnold Palmer, I'm a golf reporter/
lemme tell ya how to roll green after a long drive/
stand up for your own thing, don't be the fall guy/
you stuck in a dope dream then you on the wrong side/
you bought you some hoe jeans, got you the wrong size...