Imagine if I went back to where I came from,
recalibrated my scale; cleaned and oiled my gun.
Revived my old team, and devised a new scheme
made the kingpin's life my dream.
How long would it take to reacquire
a connect with low prices, that kept fire?
So I could steadily supply what every user desired.
Can you smell the cologne, feel the weight of the chain?
Imagine my wardrobe, and grip the woodgrain?
High powered lawyer on retainer,
popping bottles at haters.
Nah, Nah, NEVER AGAIN,
can I afford to lose anymore friends?
Who's to say that I'll even win next time I gunplay.
I'm cool, just cut my losses;
toss the deuces, offer prayers and good wishes to all the future bosses.
