Okay. This what it is now a days right. Little noises and whatnot. I got one though. Ready or not. . We know that, what we reap we sew ,. but we forget how low , we can go ,.
[1st Verse:]. See I'm a wanted man barely living in these streets. Since child support saw fit to put out a warrant on me. Say I owe 'em 65 hundred and they want they money.
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all. It's your boy Ghetto Superman. A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife. What up Young Boy?. . Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill.
Yeah, a lot a mysteries, a lot a histories. Too much blowin' up and showin' up, and not enough growin' up. I mean it happens, people change, yeah. A brother changes everyday but ah, most of all we changed.