Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid
We found his old cell - bytch, we searchin' through the digits
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money's universal, that's the only language
The dream ain't die, only some real nikkas
We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real, nikkas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
Younger brother - me, a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom
- Pusha T (40 Acres)