Gotta grow up
Got a lot to lose
I'm on my last leg
Living on a chance to prove
I gotta get my shit right
One more time
Gotta get my shit right
Other niggas say I'm bona fide
She said she alone
Now she born ta' ride
All is prepared
Now we born to die
Now we born to die
Aye
And now we fantasize
All is well as soon as June arrives
Life is better in the summer rain
Shit is missing when we summarize
Less is better in the heat of pain
Relax and prepare, got more to taste
Relax and prepare, got time to waste