This one right here is for Mami, Naka, and Wani, R.I.P to B.I.G, it's all good baby, baby. It was all a dream, I used to hear pops in the bathroom with the boombox, lettin' the tape knock, lettin' my head nod, should've been fast asleep, instead I was writin' me a verse to the beat, uh, I take pride in my rhymes, every day I'll be rehearsin' like ten times, some love it, some hate it, it's a thin line, B.I.G. mad, got a problem with me gettin' mine, that hip-hop dumpin' in the trunk, didn't even know that it started in the Bronx, uh, I thought I told him that my seat won't change, thought he was a king but he wasn't LeBron James, round two came back, cooked up with the heat, the crowd went crazy when I battled Lil' Green, third time around, let Brennan get a shot, I had to knock Brennan out the box, along came Dylan, all up in his feelings, and A.J. couldn't get his cheeks in my seat, but keep your head up, no matter what they say about you, I had to school Dylan twice, it was déjà vu, uh. That's your A.J., you're a star, the way you hold it down, you raise the bar, you set the mood, the way it's been made, uh, cause you're the only one that gets me good, straight outta Jersey, flow sweet like Hershey, Lord have mercy, I'ma send him home early, wig snatched to the Cosmos, I did what they thought was impossible, when God gave it to you, it was unstoppable, and now it's the finale and it feels wonderful, I'm ready to take on any obstacle, if you didn't know, now you know. That's your A.J., you're a star, the way you hold it down, you raise the bar, you set the mood, the way it's been made, cause you're the only one that gets me good, straight outta Jersey,