When i was younger, that's how i lost a bunch of friends
I realized it wasn't worth it. graff makes you lose your friends in the end
Of all people, i would know. i let fame get to my head
Because most of those people i used to kick it with, don't even know if i'm still alive or dead
Are three letters and a fake name really worth it?
f** your crew beef
Let's start on a new leaf
Bullsh** drama tearing the culture apart
I remember when we used to settle beef with our art
At the very most, i would get down for respect
But the new heads don't know what's up with their set
Senseless gun violence is how i lost 4 of my friends
And being a girl, i was breaking some necks
All this fame made me feel heavenly
A loner now a popular kid over night-my head's stuck in reverie!
Streaks, cans, markers, I'm at war with the streets-those were my weaponry
I've moved past this-all i hold on to is memories
The art of a can is part of a man
But done by a lady-that's way past a call me maybe
And lately-i see the cycle continue-and it's only getting worse
My little homies are using weapons and using racial slurs
I try to get ‘em to stay out-
But i was the same age as them, and made so many mistakes
So i guess i let em learn thru the aches and the pain
Not religious-but i pray
That they don't lose any homies-nothing takes that pain away
So remember do it because you're pa**ionate and love it
Because fame just makes you just another number
And let karma get your enemies-even though revenge feels better than a motherf**er!
I tried not to curse when i speak these humble words
But that's the only way it will stick with you
So i hope every night-that the cops are out of sight
Because if you run-that makes you outta line
I'm not talking about c**a-this is a different kind of high
Getting away with murder-cops are on a power strike