Comin' from the top a my.. dome when i'm dropin' by. Own type a style and ain't nobody stoppin' my rise to the very top. Hit'em up with all I got. Superstar no I'm not. Green weed, black block. Everybody wanna piece. Dirty like a pair a cleats. Gangstas run with they mouth like bitches a parrakeets. How want it pimpin. I'm so cold with it. Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it. I'm like a legend or some kind a prophecy. Sent hear to set you free. Fresh playa follow me.. Into anotha world inside your own soul. This hear way bigga than tattoos and corn rows. This not bout makin dough, not bout fakin yo. Not bout who read ya po. not bout who gangstas know. This hear bout you and me. This hear bout poetry. This hear bout who we be. If you in hear with me.