He used to be the hard rock, the whole block
Found what he did or what he said or what was going down
To the round never hit a motherfucking sound
Until he was ready to beat kids for
Cos he always made sense cos it always came from his heart
Like everything he did, he always followed it through
And he always had time for his friends and his crew
If I ever get back down south now, I probably would
Try real hard to not loose
It