Ay Ay No slowing down Right now No way Feel like I seen this before These niggas new in this bitch Me I'm just true to it Watch how I move on a board I'm a king, In a sense Shit that I seen as a prince Not fit for a Queen Then again Everybody got demons They hidden Not a halo A angel Or deacon in there What could save me? Was thinking a friend We done seen murder She wrote it It's written No fiction A fact What I'm speaking is real Don't limit my niggas My niggas, No limit We pull up with armor The tank, and The Clipse Malice You push me I'm close to the edge I was just thinking Of taking the risk Face in your palms Make a decision Matta fact Play your position When I took the bus to the city You was reluctant to get it Back when I trusted my vision 59 fifty the fitted, The Cap You know you fit the description, I sat I wrote out the way I was living I mastered the chapter of life I was penning Now what is life? Independence? Ion gotta fight For a sentence Story told long In the ending But ima be gone In the ending No words It was all Instrumental Soul in a song For a sinner Four fingers strong For the city Four fingers strong For the city I don't know where u come from Where I'm from Man niggas been numb Where I'm from yo Niggas goin' dumb Where I'm from yo Niggas goin' dumb