(Verse 1). I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in. Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens. Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York.
I've been up for four days. Getting money both ways. Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades. Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades. I keep thinking how young you can die from old age.
Hey you rotting in an alcoholic empty shell. Banging on the walls of your intoxicated mind. Do you ever wonder why you were left alone. As your heart grew colder and finally tourned to stone.
Yo, Play, I never expected that from you. A guy's entitled to one mistake, Cheryl. One mistake? That ain't what I heard. Yo, what are you trying to say?.