1993

Who would’ve thought I’d make it here, right, man?
After all these years
Running around (Palaze, what you cooking?)

Wrist iced out, I’ve been through worse
Not that it makes me better
Screwing these groupies is a waste of time
These bitches ain't worth a drop of my sweat
What’s the point of being the best if you’re a loser?
You got caught in the trap of your ego
The one with vision reigns among the blind (ayy-ayy)
I’m a sharpshooter, I don’t miss
From far away, I’m up close, Babylon by Gus
I smoked this candle and it lit me up
I roll a good one, scare off these vultures
Talk, talk, but never back it up
No cap, my dude, you live in a hood
One time, my dude, what you need is Jesus
God guides the handlebars, steers away from the bad path
So many, so many, so many bad people
Just want your downfall, talk in the contract
AP on my wrist, I’ve been through worse
But I wish I could go back to how it was before
Back then, sleeping on the couch, working my ass off
None of this was more than a distant dream
Today, I know I did my best (oh)
Crazy to most, but it was shining
I made the strategy, my gift to dominate
Burn Babylon, it’s Dante’s hell

(Ladies and gentlemen, presenting: The best since)
1993, yah (wow-wow-yeah-wow-ah)
On God, we’ve been grinding since 1993, yeah
Oh-wow, yeah