I've been blasting this all week son
"Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sing
Thought it was all wood grain
All good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the those other fools talk good game
Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign
Could bring
Should blame the game
And I could
It's kill or be killed
How could I refrain
And 4ever be in debt
That's not a good thing
So the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst of every person even the good and sane
Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and Miss thing
Jealousy, ego, and pride
And things brings
It all to a head like a coin
Cha ching
The root of evil strikes again
This could sting
Now the team got beef between the POST & THE POINT
This puts the ring in jeopardy, indefinitely