Take A Look Around

Take a look around

Take a look around

Take a look around

Take a look around

Yo, I had dreams but financially didn't have the means

Wore dirty jeans and bought hot sneakers from dope fiends

I know it's hard but three bucks daily is real

I hit Gaskill's, sellin' crack, stackin' money to chill

And Fifty-Seventh in the summer's like a hand grenade

Taps on that ass because my block stay paid

I'm not afraid, after money's made I parlayed

Uptown Burke after work at the arcade

Addicted to cash like kids to cotton candy

And had many ways to slide papes through my phalanges

Even in high school my teachers knew the haps

If I wasn't in class, I'm in the restroom playin' craps

Keepin' my game on tight like muscle cramps

Sellin' twenty rocks for sixty knots of food stamps

But now I'm already up, no time to live foul

Concentrate on stayin' straight 'cause now I got a child

All the while, King Tech put it in effect

Engineered it all the ears and produced by Fredwreck

For a sec, use your mind to process the data

My sound hits hard like a real Oakland Raider

Never been a player hater or a Phi Kappa Beta

But if you front on me now, we gon' attack that ass later

Until my dyin' day I make papes and parlay

I've traveled around the world but make my home in The Bay

Take a look around

Take a look around

Take a look around

Take a look around

I know you know where I'm comin' from, brother

You got to learn to love yourself before you love another

Don't be afraid of what hides in the shadows

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

I know you know where I'm comin' from, brother

You got to learn to love yourself before you love another

Don't be afraid of what hides in the shadows

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

Well, the kid be alright, my grooves get you five and live right

I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the filth (What is it?)