The tip of the Iceberg (presently)…inquire within.

Visualizin’ the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin’ must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin’ in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin’ the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin’ thievin’ we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers’ll be somewhere stackin’ plenty papers
Keepin’ it real, packin’ steel, gettin’ high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die.