From Struggle to Strength

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo,

I'm a real celebrity. What? Yo. Yo.

I was eight years old, locked up in the cage. Two years deep,

living life like a beast uncaged. Juvenile hall where the real ones play.

Had to learn quick, ain't no games in this way. Opps on the

block, the only thing I chase. Creep through the dark like a

ghost with no face. Gold knife stressed tight, but I'm built

for the fight. See you, robber, look out. I'm coming for