Uh, used to stay in Harlem when Jim Jones was ballin’ Ed Hardy was cool, I’m Hardly in school, but Jim Jones was ballin’ While the chain was hanging, niggas was all flaggin’ Half of them gang banging Yellow red and blue, fuck you Want me to do with my Detroit fitted I’m just making it through Finding my own way, one train 137 to Broadway, uh [?] Fifties in the pocket, hundred in the sock Mixed young blood but the hoes think I’m Spanish Prolly why these mamis always jumping on my cock right? Thirty-three, thirty-three nigga Could’t see, look at me nigga Put your hits on to MySpace Finna get the deal nigga, for real nigga A hundred thousand friends on the internet No friends in the city tho My neighbor she was pretty tho Came through and watched videos My sis left the word, free crib Is we fucking or what Posted in the hallway, shit out the lock A flaw, her boyfriend on the knife Right above my heart and fuck all night Tha-that bitch knew one on the third Fuck her on the wall, make sure you heard Thought it make you jealous Didn’t got a reaction Straight face-fucking, whatever happend to passion? Spent the same summer in Brooklyn I’m hooked in the culture [?] Compulsive disorders, gunshots Neighborhood posted on the block [?] Heard about crooked cops, shit [?] I’ll be back in the winter, Kennedy Fried for dinner No cooked meals, my sister let me bread [?] Yankee defeated, thank me I’m living To these songs I belong in these wrongful cities Bad influence and innocence Kinda criminal in a sense I left Detroit with a dollar and a dream I’m only seventeen, trynna infiltrate the scene Walking in the labels with a demo and a green Kick my ass out with the demo in my hand But if my people call, I’ll tell them the meeting went well Too much pride so I lie, like the deal is really [?], huh Deal is really [?], huh Deal is really [?], huh