Yes, pay full attention. This is for gangsters. This is for gentlemen. There's two kind of people out there. I happen to be the boss type. I'm a product of my environment. Blame the streets. I am what they made me. My pops came from Bed-Stuy. My mom came from Africa. I'm all d*** if you know what I mean. They hooked up in the 70s when licking was heavy and had me and Corona Queens. By the time I was 7, my mom left my pop and we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York. Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary. My sister a year later let me gather my thoughts. By the time I was 9, I was out of my mind. My step-pops didn't like me, beat me out of my mind. 10 and 11 the same, I never would change. He still had to hit me. Aggravated little d***, still wearing skippies. Golf had Adidas and Pumas, I could have had a pair. But mommy said wait till Christmas, but I needed them sooner. If you heard I was broke, dawg, it wasn't a rumor. I said gangsters ride with me. Gentlemen, live your life, live it up, cause gangsters die. We all gon' die. It's only a matter of time. The clock ticking. It was 1986 and I was 12 years old. That's right around the time when d*** came out. It was the best thing that happened to me. I swore to God cause I was getting everything that I was asking about. First we started off bagging up. Me and golf then s*** start adding up. We getting smart. Now we on Broadway copping our own d***. Bring it home, put it in bottles, sit in Serato. Drink a O, eat and scramble like it wasn't tomorrow. I'm getting kicked out of junior high thinking I'm grown. Golf bus with the yellow rabbit. And I had every color Delta we was getting it on. I was out robbing Mexicans 6 in the morning. Mom said I had a F again, riffing I'm gone. Get a little loot and he groomed, souped in the dome. Me up first when I went to the group home. Gangsters, ride with me. Gentlemen, lift your flight. Live it up, cause gangsters die. We all gon' die. It's only a matter of time. The clock ticking. I'm leaving out a lot of s***. It's too real. My alcoholic background and wealth in motels. Abuse that I had to take. Struggle that my moms went through. How the f*** I'm gon' bond with you? And the cases I got up to date. Told you that I f***ed up. I can't name how to stay cause they f***ed away. Little brother gone but I got a bigger angel. You f***ing with a dirty game, don't let these d*** change you. The present's what you get and the past is what make the man. The future I can't tell you I ain't God or no Superman. Know it ain't a S on my chest but it's a D on my block. Cause in life the deepest lesson is death. I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rep. I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, Pinero the best. When I pass I'm like gas. Cause I'ma leave a stink that you'll never forget. I said gangstas ride with me. Gentlemen live your life, live it up. Cause gangstas die or won't die. It's only a matter of time. The clock ticking. *