It's easy to make people think you’re a gangster. It’s hard to convince the feds you’re not.
Wisdom leads the tags (9 of 17), and 11 of the lines are lyrics. You Played Yourself gives 5, a lecture in personal responsibility about crack, school and fame. The Hunted Child (2) is bleak, and 6 'N The Mornin' describes a police raid. The 6 interviews include two from Esquire and four from Twitter, and they are about hustle, being cool and learning by doing: those not fed with a silver spoon learn to "lick it off a knife".
When you’re not fed with a silver spoon you learn to lick it off a knife.
Being cool is when you win, you don't get too happy, and when you lose, you don't get too mad.
What's more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?
You keep using the same recipe, You’re gonna keep baking the same cake.
Don’t listen to the people on the sidelines. Pay attention to the actual players.
You've got to be more into money than chicks. Your brain has to operate differently.
My life on Earth was hell, you understand?
But when I die I'm goin' to hell again
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself
Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge
Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins
Money controls the world and that's it
We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers
This system has us geared to kill one another
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
You can't buy no relationship
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart