I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine

Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game

We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range

But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin

She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye

But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddlin' 'caine

In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no

Cause it's a poor man's drug, and I will never give love

To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was

Martin had a dream, ****, I did too

To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop

So, I took a tip, after all and hit the strip

With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids

Momma said, "Never get high on your own supply"

Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich

Reminiscin' on my past, damn it brings me to tears

See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear

Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear

New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear

Watch me strip naked, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin'

Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healin'

This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feelin' great

Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the...

I'm scared to love you, 'cause you remind me of my past

Baby, you gotta trust me, 'cause I got a girl, and you got a man

I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend

Baby, you gotta trust me

Ayo I live by the rules, trust nothin' in skirts

Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waitin' to flirt

With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt

Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the draws

While you home sleepin', she creepin', you thinkin' it's yours

That's just how women is, I reminisce

On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch

And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied

Tell me what ****, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine

The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time

You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine

I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, ****

With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime

Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage

But it's awkward, it's ass-backwards, they still spinnin' your garbage

It's me, blunt; the artist, y'all **** is garbage

Sweat jackets velour, rap money lookin' like crack money

Relax, money, ****, it's raw, sweet aromatic

Backwood, fanatic ****, this is Cali

Vigilante's tattered, in wife beaters and khakis

I'm takin' over, 'cause y'all, cookin' too much bakin' soda

B12, rock sellin' **** vacation's over

Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit

We're never holdin' case the cops try to stop us

My henchmen behind me, in black Benzes with big toppers

Get up on my life, ****, the kid's proper

Wrist glint, the big shit, cult-followin' fans be vixen

This is grown man business, pay attention

Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision

The moment where you should of made your decision

I made it, I'm livin', I'm paid and I'm winnin'

From the aid of my wisdom, I created a system