I Like The Way Hip-hop Is Now.

Used To Ride With Him To Brooklyn, Lewis And Halsey, Co Chocolate Thai, Vernon Style And Burn It Down

True In The Game, As Long As Blood Is Blue In My Veins I Pour My Heineken Brew To My Deceased Crew On Memory Lane

Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne

You Can't Count A Man Out Because One Record Went Different Direction. You Gotta Count The Things That Scored, Not The Misses.

You're Supposed To Be Who You Are. You're Supposed To Make Music That Is True To You.