[verse 1: Kyd Wah-Lee]
Sometimes i feel cornered/
And other times i feel like I'm the one cornering competition/
So i guess i'll play Tom when in that position/
But when I'm playing Jerry I'm a nephew that won't listen/
Drinking till I'm drunk enough while hanging with my misfits/
Doing n***a sh**, but i still ain't a statistic/
Such a damn shame how a n***a play lame just/
So he wouldn't have to break a clan off when he famous/
Does that make me an an*s, i can deal with that/
I'm sort of like uran*s the odd one in the pack/
Id rather drink a 40 oz and kick back/
Than to pay for some p**y but now a days n***as really getting into that/
And it don't bring nothin but stress and broke pockets/
Anybody living like that must lack logic/
My main object, stack racks and profit/
And just chill despite the nonsense/
[verse 2: Kyd Wah-Lee]
Life is far from fair but i keep moving/
Until my destination is close enough to be soothing/
Better late than never, but i ain't with the cruising/
I'd rather lose sleep now than later when I'm loosing/
My youth, so I'm steady rocking these sessions/
Like i ain't got time left, i can die any second/
I'm trying to put my life in perspective/
And blue print steps to success without stressing/
This why i keep nothing but side chicks cuz/
They don't need love, just someone to ride with and/
I can be the n***a that they wanna slide with/
As long as they understand i ain't down with commitment/
And if she trip then the hell with her/
Because i ain't stressing a damn human being on this earth n***a/
I'd rather keep a clear conscience/
And just chill, despite the nonsense/