True fat laces, true blue chucks Puttin' our rocks in the socks Buck the money y'all, yeah Everywhere it's smoke in the air Bustin' all that shit in Harvard Square Point guard on the court, shooting in the air Check, six dolla pressure, rhymes get fresher The complex state of affairs - peer pressure Let's let the music play on, Long after the thrill of riches is gone Maybe do somethings you might've hoped to do. Especially if ya scared of the crew Life styles like this Don't believe us? Try us That shit I did was a felony I thought that you were my destiny