Don’t Forget Where U Goin’

[Verse 1: stic.man]
For my dogs in the pen, my niggas hold ya head
For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can
For my homies in the street game, tryna get ahead
For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds
To the babies, born already on dope
Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat

[Verse 2: M-1]
Baby daddies, it ain't too late—you can participate
Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you
Ghetto children, you're the spark, you're the energy, you're the heart
To the grandma's, you're the glue cause you know things fall apart
To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's
To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's
To the comrades on the grind
Let me see who comes to mind
To my clique, to stic. Oh yeah, I can't forget
What up Tahir? What up Abu?
What up Common? What up Badu?
Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don
We 'bout to get our "free" on
That's F-R double-E on
In case you didn't hear me, hear me, hear me

[Outro]
Don’t be following no bullshit cause bullshit'll get you killed. Real shit’ll get you killed, but bullshit’ll get you killed fo' sho'