What I gots to say
 

My history stay with rough edges and criminal cases/
Cuz I can’t stand rich white folks who rub money in our faces//
An show off just about every bling they can put on em/
Find bitches when they slippin’ got them feeling like it’s autumn//
Ask around the block if I can surely fit this crime/
Got ya slippin’ out ya watch, cuz you steppin’ on my time//
You can run ya fuckin’ mouth and quickly get jump/
Chase a muhfucka down, watch em’ dip like Forest Gump//
I stole ya credit cards, bought some shit while I ran it/
“I’ll never let go”….. just like that bitch from Titanic//
Hypothesis thought me as I grew up in this hood/
I hypothesize bout, me growing an lying in some blood//
Couldn’t stand still knowing that someone was getting money/
“It’s ironic that you said that” which they seem to find funny//
I play in my own league. Block holdin’ and corner snatchin’/
This ain’t no fuckin’ movie, ain’t nobody saying “Action!”//
I take my jail sentences an treat em’ like I bite em/
They say I got cold hands, no matter how “hot” the item//
My skill came a long way from fallen off the world/
Society labels us niggaz by our braids and curls//
I don’t give a fuck. I stomp someone who shout, bum/
Why they want us blacks to vote when we know the outcome//
Like I said our government is fucked up enough as it is/
I bust on the judicial system and let the legislative drink my jizz//
I’m tired of playing, cuz now days niggaz get mad quick/
I be one of the hardest niggaz on here and others will ride dicks//
So I’mma bring some new heat to spit at these cowards/
My verse be like gifts being introduced at baby showers//
I say it all the time bout how I spit the truth/
Ya girl bite into me and I’ll give her a Babe Ruth//
A mouth full of nutz is what she takin’ to the throat/
I leave my cemen in her body like animals on Noah’s boat//
Keepin’ up at pace will change ya mind for good/
If u go against me, I’m bringin nothin’ but the hood//
Let me see into ya eyes as I crush my opponents like bugs/
It’s the first of the month but this ain’t no where near a Bone-Thug//
When ya listen, ya learn bout the things that go around/
I lift ya up off ya feet like hurricanes pull trees out the ground//
I blow more smoke than bad cooking and a fan do/
I clear fools out my way like houses did with Andrew//<hurricane
I never fall off, my game is never gonna to be conquered/
Got ya feeling like you confused, cuz ya mind is bonkers//
Take you out back and start up an 3 on 1 bout/
I spot me a cop and put a doughnut in his mouth//
I hate the system, and the system hates me/
They send us to school to tell us what we gonna be//
Well, I’ve given you my say, so you go out and pick/
I forgot bout this nation just like the spotlight did the Knicks//