Tekst:
Kidz In The Hall School Was My Hustle

when I put that pen to that papyrus Southside scribe Read it for the village Loved in the Mecca but I never made a pillage Water my own grass, it's greener on my

fuzz growing in on my chin On the same corner where I lost 10 of my friends Throw on my diskman and I'm zoning again To my baby momma crib and we boning

I've been tryin to get my life right I got a good girl, wants to be a good wife You know 2.5 kids the white picket fence Takin' my ass to church, so I

a lot of niggaz did her wrong She was young with them thugs knew it wouldn't last long I was trying to get them Juelz like Cam'Ron Thinking in my mind

Flow taste is choice You can hear my ancestors when I open my voice You can hear my hunger with the words that I write And my eyes is a reflection of

[Chorus] Living my life like its golden Spitting my songs like they platinum Check my watch, time for some action Hood got us all divided sorta like fractions Let my