1993

Who would have thought I would get here, right, bro?
After so many years
Rush (Palaze, what you cookin'?)

Bust-down on my wrist, I've had worse
Not that it makes me better
If fucking these groupies is a waste of time
It's just that these bitches aren't worth a drop of my sweat
What's the point of being the greatest and being a nail?
Got screwed in the ego trap
He who has sight reigns among the blind (ayy-ayy)
I'm a sniper, I don't miss
From afar, I'm up close, Babylon by Gus
I smoked this candle and it gave me light
I squeeze a good one, scare away those vultures
Talk, talk and never do justice
No cap, my bro, you live in a hood
One time, my brother, what you lack is Jesus
God guides the handlebars, takes you away from the bad path
Lots, lots, lots of bad people
They just want to harm you, speaking against you
AP on the wrist, I've had worse
But I wish I could go back to how it was before
Before, I slept on the couch and worked my ass off
None of this was more than a distant dream
Today, I know I did my best (oh)
Crazy to most, but he was brilliant
I made the strategy, my gift to dominate
Babylon burns, it's Dante's hell

(Ladies and gentlemen, here's to you: The best since)
1993, yah (wow-wow-yeah-wow-ah)
On God, we haven't raced since 1993, yeah
Oh-wow, yeah