[Vere 1: Motherf'ers can't rhyme no 'bout slime no more That white pure cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I climb no more Became a hot boy the 504 Master of the p and the pies go Damn near free, I a least five, four more you see you can't tell me Walked in like the scene in Belly let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I those What happened? Niggas broke [?] send you a napkin with your kids Bluh, bluh, everywhere They jumped this caddy, came back bloods everywhere Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm them'' Trying to play football with Hov and them Pick another check, shit, I took more both of 'em School my little bro, I forward to growthing 'em Yeah, now I just copped watch I just drove up the lot pushing drop My stop 95th then hit the butterspot The feds got me on that could get my mother hot
2: Lantana] Military matter, on a mission, baby, I put in position, man, it's a family tradition My pops in every vein I got So two things I can never do is change and They understand the pain or the brain I got They weren't there when them people and changed them locks ever That's why [?] kill more [?] and these stupid niggas still You still slow for real though, what you for? trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his earlobe Can you hear me now, we I got game and I wore an [?] Live for my people and I'mma die for my I'd go to for my people, hope I get mail from my people I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out the devil head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever This for my people, how Who want easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, People, people, my life the Wow, let off the 40 that while I'm with people They gon to see you, it's evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it Come with triggers, see that floor, I put mind on it See block here, I grind on it 99% of niggas waste lines, over got nines on it I grinds, I'm trying to get it every way Til I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving day Stay with a serious face cause I ever play Bad karma back in the days cause I ain't ever I ain't with the trickery, don't t be to get at us Beat you til my 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 only Before there was 3 of us on the mattress Now there's 3 of us fucking the actress Dogging everything, I'm fucking the backwards Put more green in the air than St.Patrick's I'm still rapping, of all I'm this so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music take away the pain, it don't no more Was looking for wealth, but I gotta search no more The loyalty, the fuck is that these days? Best friends is each other clapped these days These young niggas don't know how to act these days It was better I was younger in my athlete days Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the Go outside now I see squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the All you see is what a lot of niggas showing So when the tour started a lot of ain't going Now I listen to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing Been doing it for a while, now it's time to dough in Humble, I brag or boast in these streets But these white phones be looking like coke on my I ain't get it from that coke on the streets Got from putting cooked coke on the beat ...
4: Ransom] Niggas I don't show gratitude Look at this shoes, you can tell [?] Street prophecies told by the resurrection of Every sentence I'm blessing properly, philosophy Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on property Deep as fossils be under the Earth geography Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me Getting popped with bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The probably doing robberies cause of [?] [?] part of me like the major starving me this day wonder where my father be Pardon me, is hard to me, life is a lottery it to [?] like pornography It ain't hard to see photography sodomy, [?] Got a license to kill Sean Connery Street corner pharmacy harming these thugs wearing army fatigue