ive got to keep my head up on these streets,
all it takes is one blink for niggaz to think your weak,
gotta make sure everything comming out your mouth is deep,
what am i doing,
living by breathing but surviving by shootting,
giving back everthing that ive tooken,
younging outta brooklyn,
respect the origin,
feeling is pouring in,
but not of regret,
i complete a chapter in my life before the sun can set,
gotta have 22 before a teck,
and a click before a set,
but had honor before respect,
that put me ahead of the rest,
alot of weight on my chest,
not the bulletproof vest,
but how i got watch my back,
because my own corner is the first to attack,
gotta have nerves to react,
gotta have heart to fight back,