I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer Sentence begins indented.. with formality My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God -- now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all