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I Don't Respect Killers, I Respect O.g. Knowledge, Codes Of The Streets Got New Rules, But No Guidance. Lessons, Detrimental To A Young Disciple; Folks, Take Care Of Your Brothers, Niggas Do As I Do. Keep Your Enemies Close, Where They Can See You. It's Not Your Enemy Who Get You, It's Always Your Own People.

I'm The Young City Bandit, Hold Myself Down Singlehanded For Murder Raps, I Kick My Thoughts Alone, Get Remanded Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne I'm Deep By Sound Alone, Caved Inside In A Thousand Miles From Home

Failure Is Not An Option, And I Always Felt Like I'm A Man Who Doesn't Have Regrets, And I Don't Live With Excuses. I Can't Take Excuses.

When I Try To Sound Like The Contemporary Sound, It Never Turns Out That Way.

I'm A Reader, So When I Go To Bookstores I Need (stuff) That's Going To Help Me. There A Big Emptiness There And I Want To Help Fill That Through Song.