If this is what it is, then I'll die for it
I remember sleepin' on floors and missin' tours, I was rock bottom
Money on my head, that was top dollar
Had the stock para, gun powder, for the Rottweilers
I was home with pops when the cops got him (Paranoid)
Voices in my head, tryna kill the noise
They killed Nip, will never fill the void