I Can't Hear The Critics Talking Over

Shots Came, I Don't Know Where They Was Sent From. Probably Some Bad Hoes I'm Bouta Take The Hint From

Lights Get Low And That's When I Have My Brightest Ideas.

I Can Show You New Things, Have You Feeling Spiritual.

I Hope You Don't Get Known For Nothing Crazy, Cause No Man Ever Wants To Hear Those Stories Bout His Lady.

It Take A Certain Type Of Man To Teach, To Be Far From Hood But To Understand The Streets.