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My attitude real shitty, temper short

My mind cluttered like the streets of New York

I ain't tryna take a 'L', 'cause I casually fought

This shit, real serious not casual sport

Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts

And I'm speedin through life wit my car in park

And even in the day sometimes it's dark and that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part

Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp

See niggaz blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK, uh

and that alone is a burden to carry

Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried

and rap keep plenty room in the cemetery

Pull out your Blackberry's change yo itineraries

I mean, you could be the shit today and tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!

And homey on the real, ain't nothin you can say

That's why I work hard now, got later to lay

In the sands on the beach, mixin drinks wit Belvy

The world's gon' remember my name, muhfuckaz!