Boldy

Remember walking though the neighborhood wit my niggas just smoking blunts

And thinking bout how we could get the results that we'd gotten once

It's all about how bad you want it and if you down for the run

This race ain't for the faint of heart I mean it aint for everyone

I had some pack and stashed it in back of that Volvo wagon trunk

Was whipping that shit fast gettin cash for all the studio runs

I knew wanted it

I knew I had some shit had to get done

And now I see that it resulted with an incredible run

I made some buzz out in my city, played some shows and dropped some records