First off - You niggaz owe me an apology
Thought I was a legend like old Greek mythology
Black in the hood like povertyIn cahoots with paraphernalia that fluctuates the economy
My life is such an anomaly
Most find me threatening cuz they see they can′t conquer me
You'll get punched and have to cop a plea
Cuz I throw punches easily like like aikido techniques
I smoke an eight while sippin′ on Bombay
Spit fire in a cypher turn ya hood to Pompeii
From where I was I done came a long way
How im moving now got my opps catching road-rage
Stole a collectible trumpet from John Coltrane
Had it melted down to brass knuckles
To tell Karl Malone he better quit with the jazz
Cuz i'm with that bullshit boy you don't want that
Im in the thick of this game baby im tied in
Snake niggaz and bum bitches they get the Heisman
You owe me money im counting to ten get to hiding
The earth a small place guaranteed i′m a find′em
I got a dark humor wait years then surprise'em
The thumper in the sky shine bright like a diamond
Squeeze the trigger like someone choking needs the Heimlich
I bet that was over your head like a high kick
We′re all hood niggaz but we are not the same
I move my work and put my profits in the stock exchange
In other words I get it in
Intelligent hustler trying to reup off my dividends
Thats roughly 20 K - talkin' equity
Dreams of goin′ legit sounds heavenly
I got a legal job but them muthafuckas be stressing me
Sometimes I wanna quit but the lord keep blessing me
Don't none come free - money don′t grow on trees
How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple G'z yea Im talking right now nigga i'll go have on an ounce with ya
Don′t none come free - money don′t grow on trees
How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple Band'z yea Im talking right now nigga i′ll go have on an ounce with ya
You can get ten bags from a ball - fifth-teen if you skimp it
They gone come back to bat if they like what you pitching
Take fifth-teen out of each sale to restock on the retail
"A broke nigga"? No I cain't be them
I be chaperoning fiends to they ATM′s
I be up all night like like it hurts to sleep
Guarding a transaction like I work for Brinks
Mad headroom in my mix no clips or peaks
So if the meter read "red" that's just rhythmatic surveillance
Of a lyrical assassin I killed the beat
So watch the audio bleed
Im in head of all of you niggaz my a critical not minimal lead
Six-teen bar intervals - eight bars to breathe
Any instrumental on loop that′s all I need
Dead emcee's in a cypher that's all I see
Rest in paradise, R.I.P
Throwing wild cards like Gambit "ohh mon ami"
Wanna live follow me, listen up, follow lead
I′m just a Canton nigga who spawned on the NorthEast
Miami Court between fifth and fourteenth
A nigga tried to fetti finesse me and lost his cheese
Prescribed him to a punch that put him to sleep for four weeks
No need to say where your from cuz your weak
I′m wit the shit but keep my shit lowkey
I spit the shit that helps an unsettled soul find sleep
Get out my proxy I got hella moxie
I'm too gamed up, ain′t no way that you could stop me
Someone asked which one word best describes me
I said DBZ Brolly
Is you gone die? Nigga prolly
Nip said money all in
So I'm a keep making plays till I′m ballin'
Don′t none come free - money don't grow on trees
How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple G'z yea Im talking right now nigga i′ll go have on an ounce with ya
Don′t none come free - money don't grow on trees
How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple Band′z yea Im talking right now nigga I'll go have on an ounce with ya
I hope a bad cop get shot every time a nerd hits the space bar
Ain′t nothing like home them niggaz hate hard
Too many deadbeat dads nigga take charge
Around yo niggaz all day give him a gay card
I keep my head on a swivel I gotta play smart
How you gone beat your enemies if you don't know who they are
Some of them be your friends, it could be your kin
You could be throwing dick up in her man it could be yo bitch
My dad taught me survival tactics I ain′t learn this shit out no book
He'd correlate our fishing trips to the street and say nigga look
Fishing you got to lure'em in keep that firmness in your foot
Soon as they take the bait then you catch′em with the hook
I ain′t no golden gloves but I can make your shoulders shrug
A couple combinations and i'll have you folding up
I′m a Canton Nigga Trippie Red told you what was up
You could get your body preserved and wouldn't be cold as us
Tryna make history before my shelf life is up
We got King Chip, Kid Cudi, Hi Tek, Bone Thugs
Can′t forget MGK, only name missing on that list "Donta"
Hustling i'm round it like a bagel
I put that on the Bible if its Cain then i′m Abel
One of my clients; he got asthma, he cain't smoke
Shit I got THC gummies let me know
A thot tried to choose me said that she wanna hoe
She looking for a pimp she don't wanna be a rogue
But I ain′t Terrance Howard and this ain′t Hustle & Flow
Where i'm from its dark and gloomy like Brandon Lee in The Crow
Bruce Banner in my leaf, Race Bannon with the flow
Mega-man with the cannon, one arm, let it go
And you better not ask for a beat
You won′t get it for free
Its twenty-five for the lease
Leech...
