Used to practice hits like kobe free throws
Used to make pies with bakers outta kilos
Had to move work with Alejandro and pedro
They know, el Santiago in Puerto Rico
I go berserk over some genuine work
Dollar make you holla, ill make the account hurt
Thats bs, this is just my lyrical fitness,
Journey I'm destined to take needed a spiritual witness
Just a celly mate, lil bro, aka tag along
Told not to come my way Song for song
Haters in the back who is yall speaking on?
Sipping nyquil on dat bs, who you sleeping on?
Da king on my throne on top in my region
Same emcee that can stop you from breathing
So serious with this, labeled a maniac
Murder any beat fed to me by the brainiac
Born street educated been graduated
New emcees are granulated, a few are glad I made it
Music hit the net then told I'm blazing
Performed for A&R's been told I'm amazing
I been hustling & working hard all day
If you on that bs, dont mess with Jay
Member a time we all felt alive in these streets
Now watching youngsters dying in these streets
Done this in the dark for the art from the start
Give you quality music, it breaks my heart
I know they cant hold me, only I control me,
My life is what I make it, learned that from kobe
Black momba sip, not promised tomorrow
Show the world strength via pain and sorrow
Bleeding my blood out like brand new denim
Money, cars & bling bling is their brand new venom