Album Rating: 5.0

And I'm back on my grind

A psychic read my lifeline

Told me in my lifetime

My name would help light up the Chicago skyline

And that's why I'm

Seven o'clock, that's primetime

Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hotlines

Why he keep giving me hot lines?

I'm a star, how could I not shine?

People talk so much shit at barber shops

they forget to get they hair cut

ok fair enough

the streets is flairin up

like they want gun talk or I don't wear nuff

baggy clothes, reeboks and a-di-do-es