When A Young Man Complains That A

I Can't Relate To These Haters, My Enemies Never Made It.

Word On Road Is The Clique About To Blow. You Ain't Gotta Run And Tell Nobody They Already Know

The Same Niggas I Ball With, I Fall With

You Don't Even Have To Ask Twice, You Could Have My Heart Or We Could Share It Like The Last Slice.

Life Becomes Difficult When You're In This Public Eye, And I Think That We All Relate To Each Other And I Try And Really Talk About It In My Music.