How could you be from the ghetto and be a rat?

I never seen no shootin'. I only know what I heard and what I read. I had no involvement.

I don't care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

I'm in prison. But my heart and mind is free. Gangsta haters on the streets are doing more time than me. They need 30 police escorts with them every time they walk down the street.

They been callin up here, asking when I am gonna get out. When I hit bricks, it all belongs to me.