A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us.
A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges,
In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges.
Intelligent Hoodlum
2.
Make a right, 40th Ave., that's when i smile and laugh
Intelligent Hoodlum
3.
...But until then, I'ma shine to the last sin,
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.