Hard times build character, or so I'm told

They teach you lessons

Worth your weight in gold

And I've been shown things happen for a reason

I know your kind

You want one thing, the gusto

Keep it in mind

What's up chief?

You is a shifty thief with shady eyes

Play the role like a tough guy

You need a grammy

It's whack

Smile to my face

Talk behind my back

In fact, when I'm around you be riding my sac. Your shit is played out

Try and use me to get your name out

So you can stay out (cash in the fame no doubt)

I ain't stupid

I know what you is about son

Gettin' that clout done

So you can attract a bigger crowd dunn

Yeah ... you is a foul, one always preaching "Keepin' it real", when you

Is a fake bitch handing out raw deals

Your shit is too sloppy to have appeal

Your style is too cliche for masses to feel

You is a shady jealous bitch

Try and play me to get rich

Fit in my niche, taking part of my chips

Yo that's my shit

Stop trying to steal my show

E-TOWN

This goes out to my peeps up in the crowd

This goes out to my **** gettin' wild

This goes out to the kids that is representin'. This goes out to tough guys teaching lessons

This goes out to those that are true

This goes out to you