[Vere 1: can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more That five white cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I climb no more a hot boy like the 504 Master of the p and the go forth Damn near free, I need a least five, four What you see you tell me Walked in like the scene in Belly Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send What happened? Niggas broke [?] send you a with your kids toked Bluh, bluh, everywhere They this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs there You thought it was '96, Jesus heavy here Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over Trying to play fantasy football Hov and them Pick another check, shit, I took than both of 'em my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em Yeah, now I copped another watch I just up the lot pushing another drop My first stop 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 myself in position, man, it's a tradition My pops blood in every I got So two I can never do is change and stop They understand the pain or the brain I got They weren't there when people came and changed them locks ever That's why [?] don't more [?] and stupid niggas still slow You slow for real though, what you hear for? Ain't trying to hear nothing a bullet hit his earlobe Can you me now, we rising I got game and I 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 for my people, how soon Who want easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet Ratchet on me, got no homies, just my people, people People, people, my life the Wow, let off the 40 Ride that while I'm people They gon have to see you, evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it See this here, I grind on it 99% of waste lines, over here got nines on it I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it way Til I'm eating like Thanksgiving every day Stay with a serious cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the cause I ain't ever pray I ain't with the trickery, don't t be to get at us Beat you til my hands turn and grabbing a cactus No in the crib, red light on the ratchet Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was jackets Before there was 3 of us on the same Now there's 3 of us the same actress Dogging everything, I'm fucking the game Put more leaf in the air than St.Patrick's I'm rapping, first of all I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta no more Music take away the pain, it don't hurt no Was for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no more The loyalty, where the fuck is that days? Best friends is getting each other clapped these These young niggas 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 the shorties Go outside now I see squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the All you see is a lot of niggas ain't showing So when the tour started a lot of niggas going Now I listen to rap, a lot of niggas 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 white phones be looking like coke on my feet I ain't get it from distributing that coke on the Got mine from putting cooked coke on the ...
[Verse 4: know 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 them 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 to the rap minority, perfect harmony Paper a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The ghetto probably robberies cause of [?] [?] part of me like the major starving me Till day wonder where my father be Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery Played it to [?] pornography It ain't hard to see photography sodomy, [?] Got a to kill like Sean Connery Street corner pharmacy harming these fake wearing army fatigue