[Intro]

Yo, yo

[Verse]

Young boy, deep mind, slow thinker, each time

These lines reach my inner purpose, need mines

These niggas weak, I peep through they frail skin

Busy getting hell bent, standing in the pale wind

Holding up myself since, stumble off the L, piss

Crumble when that fog hit, early in the morning

Foot first, eye last, books burn, time pass

Cook work, dodge class, took purse, got back

Know that I see, I been watching

Getting the cold off my conscience

MIKE get the dope off at Tompkins

Tim, that's my brother, I got him

I had some run-ins with karma

I took some blows to the armour

Nigga who farming your food

I'm winning, I'm charging for loot

Look for heart in the truth

I promise it start in the booth

Money, the fame, or yourself

But trust me it's harder to choose

Trust me