[Verse 1: Kwame] Drug tested, I stay high off the richter I could tell ya what struggle and success consist of Been felt then, since I picked up the felt pen And in this instance I wrote I'm intent on winning It's more like a premonition, not just shit I'm feeling Bed stuy if I do it I could make a killin', Illin' Niggas pushing pills, not penicillin, and we benefiting But no benefactors, and then I factored The game, I'mma fucking fracture Son niggas make 'em bastards They fucked, send 'em to pastors They hide but when I die give out my passwords I assert my past hurt Spark up and pass first Hitman got' damn, I murder and that's work Just gimme' the cash first