[Who’s world is this?] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed. 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, 1,000 miles from home. I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow; ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow. Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip. Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip.