Tell the don't read into it Them days of slangin' yay been finished, days have been done ended So far gone days that I'm offended Snitches speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell been a switch made? Now decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade But I'm too gone, young'n be when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't fair wit' my eye on the enemy Huggin' the just me and my mini-me Did it and lived it, grinded Cops fillin' wit' my projects it yeah
Not was I in the game, I was gifted in it Served food to the fiends and we 'em dinners Put the raw wit' the out, mixed it in it Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it was in It's
] If you got the crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya Quarterbackin', of the squad and your the team captain Quaterbackin', Gotta little change and ya drivin' a Quarterbackin', If ya sound system bangs, and ya them thangs Quarterbackin',
Might not know I'm talkin' about If you ain't never it, or seen it, or done it fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet Mean stuff, so deaths my streets is haunted
us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius Against all odds Serena and Venus I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was Who thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone And be about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome
It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a Lord perm When my was earl before the rap game Runnin' from squirrel, I had my own thang Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and
I the field like Vick endzone to endzone Serve ish like snowcones in the hood Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the 'cause I make the gat like a old G should lookin', so much snookin' Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never cookin' Way pay for this that I'm mouthin'
19 years young, upward of 80 Trust me young'n was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin' I'm stompin' through like King Kong his home, his jungle Mumblers the hood hates singers I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you 'em Posted in the hood fiends like the Tower of Pisa he's good
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Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about I'm talkin' about runnin shit I'm talkin' about workestratin' and Glorifyin' ya route
Whether it it to, uh.. Gettin' out hustlin', grittin' and grindin' Doin' ya man, hustlin' main Trust that main, yeah, in real main Some call it pitchin', some it grindin' We it Quarterbackin' Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust