1st infantry on its 4th mission
LA is home
The place for (L)ost (A)mbition
Fast drinkin, slow thinkin got us slippin like a Ford's transmission
And It's all about the loot

My age: 21 gun salute

Poppin off at the mouth cuz it's tradation
It ain't hard to tell
I'm sick with the inkwell
Shout, hoop, holla, or yell
Just acknowledge the vision
Words with precise precision is the highlight of livin
Forever sinnin' while the Devil's grinnin'
These thoughts are stiffer than dread locks
Call me sphere, cuz I'm outside the box
Running cats outta their shoes and socks
My city and state is what makes me great
At least the best you ever saw
Rough rugged southpaw always winning
What the fuck is a loss or draw?