Keep ten toes. Don't let the gram steal ya soul. Stop listenin' to the voices telling you to bite your tongue. If they slime you, we'll come back and hunt they ass - but not for the street's approval. For us. For Dre. For whoever we lost 'cause somebody couldn't shut up.
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"Everybody had something to say about us. A senior and a scammer? They swore it wouldn't last. But we ain't built like them. We don't fold under pressure. We ride through the hate, through the chaose, through the 305 together."