They Claim That I'm Violent Just Cuz

I'm Tryin To Make A Dollar Out Of Fifteen Cents It's Hard To Be Legit And Still Pay Tha Rent

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

Set Me Up, Wet Me Up, Niggas Stuck Me Up... Heard The Guns Bust, But You Tricks Never Shut Me Up.

If I Could Patent 'being Real', I Think I Could Own That.

Drop Them Or Let Them Drop You. I Chose Droppin' That Cop.