she had the pretty brown round that was drivin' me wild,
sprite and codeine still got me straight,
he ended up stuck, his homie's locked up,
he got po-session but he beat the case,
probably don't know, she really just a hoe, and you...
gotta run cuz I’m pressed for time
cuz i doubt without it i would never get mine
don’t want recognition or fame
i do it for my soul and the love of the game
stretch anything it's bound to break,
like money or a lb of steak,
or 1000 acres I quake I break the bank,
so you left with some rims and an empty tank
see this look in my my eyes, tho
please stop looking surprised, that I
don't pay a grip just to hold the mic,
or I rolled a dice I got more soul than a poltergeist,
feeling like Raekwon with these liquid swords
trine fit the titanic the crack of a fjord
you can’t contain this verbal rain
don’t slang and bang rather use my brain
my style’s undefined - no labels
kept it on the underground like cables
made of fiber push it through the wire
and i won’t stop until i expire
with this fire... well, we stay scorching,
y'all taking L's like wheel of fortune,
killing y'all selves just to act important,
we protect this house like we pay the morgage,
but i hope one day that make it
I’m in a place laced with ceilings, no floors
my momma told me as a young baby
if you have faith then you’re ready for the world, It’s Yours
sure, always had a knack for the track,
with the party in the front and the bass in the back,
but you hatin the fact that an ace in the sleeve
done beat yo ass like fists to the cheek,
