(Verse 1)
Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and barely breathing
Im spillin on the seats of my old skool black Lincoln
Im ridin with a heat, off a pill and no speakin
My best is level three, they say Em, Im not beating
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me
The penetentary, and my future cause Im falling
My part of history is to follow the Lords calling
But niggaz mess with me, till they all on the floor crawling
Im poppin with no warning, Im hotter than global warming
Im flooding the block with coke, knowing you all want it
This life I was born in homie, Im ready and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label
Im daily prayin to Proof, he know Im telling the truth
That I love King Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy never through, cause we be ridin for you
And if you niggaz out there really want them problems then move
(Hook x2)
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
(Verse 2)
Im poppin a zannie to keep me humble, my family
If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal with my constant insanity
Im the sheek is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed
Your bitch wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these
Niggaz be testin me, so the law be arrestin me
But I bail out fast, after an hour of questioning
You dont know who I be, you aint seen MTV
Maybe on BET, Im who you wanna be
Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the nickel beams
The Capo and Shady Cashis, forever remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it
I cant change it, this is me
Im tryna get out the street, and be in the industry
But yall niggaz perpetrators, you gangsta pretend-to-bes
Im off of this Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy
Im a motherfuckin problem, you kinda remember me
(Hook x2)
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
(Verse 3)
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat
My patience is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the nigga that nobody like again
Niggaz in the studio dont wanna come write with him
Cause you know when you hear me flow, Im writing like Eminem
Was putting his life on my pen, you gotta write it again
Im blowin dro in the wind, you can hear my first verse
I know Im still a win, you niggaz is feminine
Im good in any hood, from the Chucks to the Timberlands
A venomous lyricist, who be livin it period.
Runnin circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you idiots
Its hard to survive, in this game of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll bring the millions in
(Hook x2)
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
King Mathers and Cashis
Look what the fuck just happened.
haha