[Vere 1: Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no five white pure cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no Became a hot boy the 504 Master of the p and the go forth Damn near free, I a least five, four more What you see you can't me Walked in like the scene in Belly Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] I send those What happened? been broke [?] send you a napkin your kids toked Bluh, bluh, blood They jumped this caddy, back with bloods everywhere Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept heavy there You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over Trying to play fantasy with Hov and them another check, shit, I took more than both of 'em School my bro, I look forward to growthing 'em Yeah, now I just copped another I just drove up the lot another drop My first 95th then hit the butterspot The feds got me on shit that get my mother hot
[Verse 2: Military matter, on a mission, baby, I put myself in position, man, it's a family My pops in every vein I got So two things I can do is change and stop They understand the pain or the brain I got They weren't there when them people came and changed locks ever That's why [?] kill more [?] and these stupid niggas still You still for real though, what you hear for? Ain't trying to hear till a bullet hit his earlobe Can you hear me now, we I got and I should've wore an [?] for my people and I'mma die for my people I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get from my people I'd hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil Then back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever This for my people, how Who don't easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, people People, people, my the Corleone Wow, let off the 40 Ride that while I'm people They gon to see you, it's evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it Come triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it See this block here, I on it 99% of niggas waste lines, over here got on it I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it way Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day Stay with a face cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the days cause I ain't pray I with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactus No lights in the crib, red light on the Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was jackets Before there was 3 of us on the same Now 3 of us fucking the same actress Dogging everything, I'm fucking the game Put more green leaf in the air St.Patrick's I'm rapping, first of all I'm doing so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music away the pain, it don't hurt no more Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta no more The loyalty, where the fuck is these days? friends is getting each other clapped these days These young niggas really don't know how to act these It was when I was younger in my athlete days Go outside, hoop a little, you know, with the shorties Go outside now I see squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm the story All you see is what a lot of niggas ain't So when the started a lot of niggas ain't going Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas flowing Been doing it for a while, now it's to bring dough in Humble, I don't brag or boast in streets But these white be looking like coke on my feet I ain't get it from that coke on the streets Got mine putting cooked coke on the beat ...
4: Ransom] Niggas I don't show gratitude Look at rapper shoes, you can tell [?] Street told by the resurrection of Socrates Every sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property Deep as them be under the Earth geography Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, is on top of me Getting popped with bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect Paper like a lobotomy, the lurking aside of me The ghetto doing robberies cause of [?] [?] of me like the major arteries starving me Till this day wonder where my be Pardon me, this is to me, life is a lottery it to [?] like pornography It ain't to see like photography sodomy, [?] Got a license to kill like Sean Street corner pharmacy these fake thugs wearing army fatigue