I neva grew up, knowin the way of the streets,
Rappin was usually one of my favorite treats.

I might not rap good,
but i didnt live in da hood.

Im tryin ma best,
without a bullet proof vest.

Walkin around, wit no gun,
all da people dey tell me to run.

Dey all say its madness,
But deep down its sadness.

Watchin the close die,
While they didnt try.

They nava did,
They jus hid.

Im here to change,
Im here to re arange.

Da lifestyle dat i had,
I know was bad.

I had to go,
Wit da flo.

Had to be da best.
Outa da rest.