The reflection of this man, that I'm seeing
in the mirror is a stranger, Blast never saw before,
And I know my vision's clear, look I see the end near
it's getting difficult to eat like artichokes,
getting higher than Aaliyah, ? needing his career
could switch gears and fill ends to feed all my folks,
but in these last couple years, so many wasted ideas
got zips sealed like drug deals cause we father coke,
Maserati Music moving with a grimy uzi
showing how the grind influenced; money gained from crime abusing
scummy off of bombing fluid, tired of eating Ramen noodles
zeroes and commas equal dollars yeah, I could do it
squeezing out a profit with the choppa like Jamba Juices,
Fuck you coppas you can't stop us it's a mobbin movement...
that's right...
5-9, Ice City for life...