Now the question has been raised, what the fuck to you? Well I can tell you did not happen to you You didn't get your ass on this Cathedral
[Verse 1: For not knowin' the ways you can be capped a NBA salary Lives taken haphazardly, sons of bitches is bastards, G why I be high B, so don't ask me why I'm not speakin' nigga Just ain't countin' no up wit' cha The fuck we got to about? Not seachin' for Bobby But sticky and super official To burn with my in the parkin' lot by 'em before I got out Parched we? Honestly shorty, let me check make I ain't got no fleas up on me minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches Old get bit by the youngins I swear to God that puppies 'll kill ya of dreams, they come true if you build it So I made myself if can dig it [Hook: Kendra I go we roll up Everywhere I go we up I know you think you nigga, so what? It wasn't down til we showed up You know it's down-n-n You know it's going
2: Talib Kweli] Across the water or the border See my line deep like I'm from New Orleans You a snitch nigga type that'll the law So before the I get my thoughts in order Seen your rapper on stage you and little crew We so of these Thelonius dudes grew and the audience boo We had of your corny excuse Living in the world of my own Life a gunfight, a knife is your only You really know what the fuck you stepped in chill right now, life such a blessing Save the feedback, the weed at? me at an intervention You the one who an intervention To stop you interruptin' sessions Wow that's such a nasty Wow this marijuana got my wifey jealous I get when I'm making fuckin' classics Amsterdam or California, Washington, or Colorado When we in the club the Jamaican bud Got me so special, no bravado
[Verse 3: Big Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get Cup of drank keep it stuck in my ways Livin' life tryna catch me a In the same they used to wholesale slaves tight nigga hold up Presidential I roll up, like a playa do She in love put nothing purest the drug in a day or two That's a playa move, in game of life can't cruisade or lose You be willin' to be the villain to give it [?] gator shoes I heard it an old school kid, say I had an old school soul Told me I was bound to be great, fall for the fake And never chase no ho, gotta make that dough Crack my seal, pop my and work my wheel Cause every now and then, on times I ain't have dimes to fuck or dough to spend So I gotta keep my right, forever run from the limelight I don't need no fame, my aura shine so I'm a star in my own right, forever to the game