Bunch of talent growing up on Gangsta Island. Michael Jackson profiling, red jack, gold medallion police wildin’. Bodies piling, crack babies up in township, the ravages Kings turned to savages. Disadvantages way before the cannibis. I was a b-boy walking pass the D-boys, Bruce Leroy chopping up skeezoids. I still remember police sweating us, while Cochin being shipped to America. House party's snuck in, tryna” get that Old mouth shorty f. Deadorahs not as fly as the mikes. They f—ed up, I’m just high off life as I witness the fall and rise of hypes.