[Vere 1: Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout no more That five pure cause I'm so raw rocks till I couldn't climb no more Became a hot boy the 504 of the p and the pies go forth Damn near free, I need a 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, [?] where I send those What happened? Niggas been [?] send you a napkin your kids toked Bluh, bluh, blood They jumped this caddy, came back with everywhere Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept heavy there You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy Now I'm like ''look, boy I'm over them'' Trying to fantasy football with Hov and them Pick another check, shit, I more than both of 'em School my little bro, I look to growthing 'em Yeah, now I copped another watch I just drove up the lot another drop My first stop 95th hit the butterspot The feds got me on that could get my mother hot
2: Lantana] Military matter, on a mission, baby, I put myself in position, man, a family tradition My blood in every vein I got So two things I can never do is change and They don't understand the pain or the I got They weren't there when them people came and them locks ever That's why [?] kill more [?] and these stupid niggas slow You still slow for real though, you hear for? Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his Can you hear me now, we I got game and I should've an [?] Live for my and I'mma die for my people I'd go to for my people, hope I get mail from my people I'd hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever This for my people, how Who don't want easy, that Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people People, people, my the Corleone Wow, let off the 40 Ride while I'm with people They gon have to see you, evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your on it See this here, I grind on it 99% of niggas waste lines, over got nines on it I switch grinds, I'm to get it every way Til I'm eating like Thanksgiving every day with a serious face cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the cause I ain't ever 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 was only jackets Before there was 3 of us on the mattress Now there's 3 of us fucking the actress Dogging everything, I'm the game backwards Put green leaf in the air than St.Patrick's I'm rapping, first of all I'm this so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music take away the pain, it hurt no more Was looking for wealth, but I gotta search no more The loyalty, where the fuck is that days? Best friends is getting each clapped these days These young really don't know how to act these days It was better when I was younger in my days Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the Go now I see somebody squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm the story All you see is what a lot of ain't showing So when the started a lot of niggas ain't going Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of ain't flowing Been doing it for a while, now it's time to bring in Humble, I don't or boast in these streets But these white be looking like coke on my feet I get it from distributing that coke on the streets Got mine from putting coke on the beat ...
[Verse 4: Niggas know I don't gratitude Look at this shoes, you can tell [?] Street prophecies told by the of Socrates Every sentence I'm properly, manifesting philosophy monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property Deep as them be under the Earth geography Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me Getting popped three bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, harmony Paper a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The ghetto probably robberies cause of [?] [?] part of me like the arteries starving me Till this day wonder where my be Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery Played it to [?] pornography It ain't to see like photography sodomy, [?] Got a license to kill Sean Connery Street pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue