[Verse 1: Murs]

Pals

Eight years in the making

Taking life's stress and strife, recycled

And now a soundtrack for your life

The price?

Forget what you payed for this disc

I mean, what's a couple bucks for some art that's priceless

You might just of made, your best investment ever

So sit back, enjoy and profit off this musical endeavor

That was made for you to treasure

(You can see us?)

We're now a part of your life

And all mine was the pleasure

[Verse 2: Anacron]

Fuck you and all your homeboys

Five guys, zero talent at Taco Bell, trying to write rhymes

NT-Dub G, empty jugs be

Spewing bullshit with no substance and it bugs me

I get ugly on the mic and hoes still jock

Drippin' off the dredlock gangster on knock

Fools want to hear Cron rock

That's just one of those things

Thats a part of life, alright now stop dozing

[Verse 3: Himself]

Every time I leave the crib I got people hawking me

Niggas and bitches they all talking shit and stalking me

Asking me, "whats taking so long to drop another tape?"

Patience is a virtue, all you have to do is wait

Just because I rap don't mean I have loot

I only got two pairs of shoes and one pair of winter boots

I'm hustling just like you

And just like you I'm struggling my fucking way through life too