My energy is good. I\'m good in several hoods. My voice worldwide. My purpose understood, my feet stay on the ground. My best day yet to come. Nixxas who know bout struggle know where I\'m coming from. Anger is not the answer, but that is never simple. Some nixxas leave this earth when they get their 1st sample, affects Ripple, touching them who close to you situations let you know who tru and who not with you.

Marijuana choking me, you ain\'t see that wave coming, boy, you must be joking me. Pistols everywhere that I can tuck one when I move around. Hope I don\'t be the one to make the crowd move around unless I\'m on stage with a fresh fade, black head to toe, blocking hater rays, but not always, we come from a lot of pain, shit changed, and it never will be the same. I cruise streets sometimes music up and top down. I lose me sometimes and I don\'t want to be found. I went to sleep today and woke up in another town, rolled up and burning soon as I touched down. My energy is good. I\'m good in several hoods. My voice worldwide. My purpose understood. My feet stay on the ground. My best day yet to come. Nixxas who know about struggle, know where I\'m coming from. Anger is not the answer, but that is never simple. Some nixxas leave this earth when they get their 1st sample affects Ripple, touching them who close to you situations let you know who true and who not with you. Vibes get destroyed by the negative. All I ever tried to do was find the better way to live. Hot streets burnt up like them bitches on the gram with tight beats let them suckas know just who I am. Fat boy from the Mound pimpin from another planet. My weed, super fire, pistol, semi automatic. My town on fire, better with it than without it. My young nixxas no limit soldier, bout it, bout it. I pray for them, want to see them, do better than me. It\'s easy to be somewhere laying dead off in the street. I was lucky cause I fell in love with poetry and beats, and still I have to get a little mud on my feets