PAY ATTENTION TO PEOPLE SAY:This ain't to glorify just painting a street picture There’s no goddess or bibles just blunts and swishers Gillette’s cut caine in the kitchen Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth “Supreme†Griffin It’s like the same difference except when nigga’s get arranged They don’t want the same sentence, nigga’s get to snitching If I could reverse the minds and turn falls to rises and bring back nigga’s who livest Old hustlers reminiscing on better days they home Doing nothing might as well be in a cage Hating on young brothers one foot in the grave They used to love us until we found our own way through the maze New York set trippin' and flagging west coast laughing Now Esco’s asking, what happened ? My home girl from Upper Manhattan she remembers the quarters thats Latin A lot of rat-a-tat-tatting s I walk through the valley of shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me ?? And all my business all my sin is straight ?? and thank the hood for all the love they gave ?? forgive em all for all they did their best to hate ?? ohhh let their be light