I Had A Pretty Public Divorce. They're

I'm The Young City Bandit, Hold Myself Down Singlehanded For Murder Raps, I Kick My Thoughts Alone, Get Remanded Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne I'm Deep By Sound Alone, Caved Inside In A Thousand Miles From Home

Act Your Age Don't Pretend To Be Older Than You Are Give Yourself Time To Grow

When I Write A Story, I Just Wanna Tell You What's In My Head. It Can Come From Real Life And Then Turn Into Fantasy, Stuff Just Rhyming. And Write About What You Know. I Just Like To Tell Stories That Have Not Been Told Or [told] From My Perspective.

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

Dogs Live Longer Than Rappers.