My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers,

They Say Pu$$y And Paper Is Poetry Power And Pistols.

My Mother Was A Woman. A Black Woman. A Single Mother. Raising Two Kids On Her Own. So She Was Dark Skinned. Had Short Hair. Got No Love From Nobody Except For A Group Called The Black Panthers. So That's Why She Was A Black Panther.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Take Ones Adversity Learn From Their Misfortune Learn From Their Pain Believe In Something Believe In Yourself Turn Adversity Into Ambition Now Blossom Into Wealth

Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies.