 Sleepin' on futons and cots, the king size Green machines, the green fives, the scene pies Let the things between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down tight, real I'm tight, real, with the phony Rappers, y'all might feel we homies I'm like steel, y'all don't know me I'm tight, real, when my situation ain't improving I'm tryna murder everybody