uh un 

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

C'mon...

Uh...

Yeah...

come on



Aye yo, it's my life...

My time...

My rights...

My rhymes...

My grime...

My struggle, hustle, sweat and my blood too...

My predator smells fear, and I smell a lot...

My competitors fled scared, 'cause they smelt I was hot...



I want it all...

In excess, the sex, and much success...

Stress sucks, I want it all, no less...

So, come on...