Hey yo, I’m biggy hypnotized mixed with nas
With the spirit of bob marley and a rastafari god
Y’all niggas on that whack shit
Y’all don’t even make me naz
Coming out of las vegas, I hope I make it against the odds
Waking up on the job, I fell asleep while I was working
Niggas stuck on jerkin, I’m stuck on what’s really workin
Little dizzy, out here hurting
Living on my own, 17 years old
Hit the studio that I call home, bring it out
18 I’m on that function shit, get money shit
What are dreams for
By 19 I seen I attracted the wrong people
By 20 I’m getting blasted, expressing life through this needle
21 I travel, rip stages, like the beatles
Made fans, thinking back when we made plans
Started off a dream, growing 
But still the same man, what’s the game plan
Originality creates, criminal casualties
You tryina battle with the case?
Yo I’m good, man I’m good
Saying more etaded, had to formulate it
See what I saw they couldn’t orchestrate it
See when I die, know I’ma mean more to vagers
Cause they gonn do they research
And reevaluate my worth
That’s real shit

Yo, they say life is a game, 
Hope you can play it well
If I ever get unhappy, I’ma pull a dave chapelle
Money ain’t enough to make it well
If I can’t face myself, keep 100 runnin from who you becomin
Anxious to see what’s next because it’s always something coming
Younging you don’t know that habit
Be happy you have something
Niggas want the most, get a little and then they brag on it
Call my shrikes, and now niggas want me to feel bad for em
Salty as ever, my feelings all in the situation
You niggas only give me inspiration,
Call it giving back, I’m ceiling back, emotions more controlive
Mad as fuck, no one to talk to, so I’m just smokin
Music got me open, maybe I’m too outspoken
But I’m so fuckin devoted, it’s all a part of my passion
You fabricate the truth, you choose your rappers off they fashion
I’m just tryina be the motherfucking package.