Allow me to justify my thug for you. I never ask for anything I don't demand of myself. Honesty, loyalty, respect. I can't say I've never prayed for better cards and sometimes to no avail. You might think I started out with some large inheritance, that's where you're wrong. I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong. I put 8balls on corners without using pool sticks. They pray and prey on my downfall but even if I fell, I'd land on a bunch of money. My mind is on the finish line and my foolish pride keeps it all together, helping me time after time, to narrowly escape death.

They say "an eye for an eye makes the world go blind","two wrongs don't make a right", but at what point does one fight? Let me justify my thug. The afterlife is no limitation. I've toasted with mobsters that will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again. I put my faith in my gun, my heart in the streets. I'm so sincere. I'm complex. Right or wrong, this is how I'm feeling right now.

Parties with pretty girls that didn't have to strip to pay tuition. They wish for drunken romance, I ask that they bring their friends. Call me Hov. Allow me to justify my thug.