More money, more problems so you call it, the curses of being a workaholic on his game, I'm coming up on the rise, innocent eyes, though aware that I have clarity protecting my name, hope my fans have no shame cause disloyalty can hurt me, and I'm left to just surrender like I'm fighting for mercy, cause the sympathy is sparse, and it seems it's for the chosen ones so word to all my haters, are you desperate for lovers?, do you want me to show you love and set our differences aside, maybe we can make a peace treaty, we're really like the crips and bloods just the kiddy version, y'all whine about the colors I express in my coloring book, maybe y'all ain't ready for it and I'm only getting warmed up.. quite ironic that my favorite colors' blue, though I claim no gang, I hang with my crew, we're the popular kids and make gains in respect, my name is a threat and some never see me coming..but later on they were running for their lives.. I'm alive and well, and my hits will cause hell as well, especially if you fail to peep it.