Real nigga so I real for real
You can't fake the feel
Half dese niggas
Rapping bout the field
Ain't even in the field
I can't Knock no other nigga grind
Dat jus ain my style
Jordan 3's
9.5 nigga can u walk a mile
All day shit I been thru
But some how I still gotta smile
To see me down I know they waiting
They being patient now
Buncha snakes inside the crown
But I learn how to move around
And then I master it
Humble & I silent
But don't want u think I average
This a prophecy was made for me
Jus check the passages
If u ever get some mail for me
Don't check them packages
F*ck it you don't gotta wait on me
I know I gat this shit
The world done put it's weigh on me
But I ain't never cry bout shit
Move thru numb
Trynna take this from me nigga ?
Is u dumb
Must be retarded I don't understand it
Bam dem make dem packs
Dem move so fast
I thought that it was magic
Nd I ain't capping
Really in the trap for real
And really trapping
Til we is the last ones left
I done fall in love wit karma
And done flirt around wit death
Inside my heart I know I great
Inside my mind I know I next
I know I blessed the feeling
Of success I could feel that shit
Inside my chest
How u trynna get some Power
Wit no money or Respect ?
Inside the streets you'll get devoured
If you don't know who to check
Been chasing after checks for hours
Don't give a f*ck about no rest
Don't care bout pussy
Make me money baby
I ain like the rest
She say she like that
And still give the pussy up
And make a mess
I leave da bitch in 9th grade
She ain see nun realer yet
Like all I all I know is get a sack
Like how I ain't a steeler yet
All gang nem know is push shit back
You know how we is get with death