I Like The Way Hip-hop Is Now.

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.

I Don't Have Time For The News Clippings. I Got My Own Mission.

If You Scared To Take Chances, You'll Never Have The Answers...

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

Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation, Some Say Hating Is Confused Admiration.