[Verse 1:]
Look, I'm far from peaceful
I'm from the hood where they let the piece speak to
Enemies and they get left see-through
Holes in them like plastic on Michael [?] Dennis
I grew up like a bastard, listening to Jigga
They say the light comes on even if it flickers
But is my time running out? Everyday it's getting dimmer
[?] one of the reasons
[?] baggies in the middle of the Summer
[?] my heart reads, "do not enter."