Who won see me? Who goin beat me wit a fourty fo piece
Destroyin cats wit a gat you can call me the Tro Beast
Fo weeks in a month suddenly I had fo grams
Jumpin fools inside my gang so they my bro hams
Tricks try to scratch me all the time wit they finger tips
rollin on ya crew wit a knife even tho I'm rich
Yall aint seen nothin but bud and brotherly love
I come to send you to the father wit the spiritual buzz
Rockin suckas flat to the ground beatin em down
aint lookin good for ya villians cuz you eatin my styles
I did a few bids and I lost a few marbles N screws
Chop ya wit huge guns bigger than that kool aid dude
Breakin silence wit a guage fulla bullets stickin to it
Yall start drama man I got brothas to sort through it

Yo.... Here we go...

When the guns spits your going ya way to the @#!*% zone
I'm anxious to exhale see'n bullets flyin after the bell tolls
Yall brothas gung ho past exceptable wit the gat slingin
Send you to god in a mess after I get the bat swingin
Yall soldiers is like spliffs these brothas I smoke em
You'll be disengaged when I'm shootin strays while I'm postin
I still got the braids and I'll still rock ya grave
Still got the raps thats like crack in ya veins
Rappers goin fade when I put the racks in my name
This brothas comin back to the game
only using a fraction of my brain
I go further on the edge of insanity to drop ya
goin crazy like the father
ya partnas spark flames in the heated drama
Instead of rockin I kick ya body like in socca (soccer)

Yeah.. uh huh... yeah

Yall shoulder shrug ahead of the gates like you made
People goin fall back never grippin the ace of spades
Conquer while I rise high wit these agitated menaces
Be killin the most as I lead forward against the villians
Grippin this tech as it flashes next to my bold palm
Froze arms gettin equipped while writin an old psalm
Jet like an air plane amongst the layers of clouds
Peace is comin faithfully beyond many that died from now
Grace is with me cuz these shots is hittin my foes
Rolls Royce in the light is like a written spirit in poems
Where ever I go to I'm generous wit the riches
Hot raps never fail when they on the air spinnin
Just realize then you will prevail in these diligent streets
Smokin fake raps and gettin high like a grimice'n beast
Yeah... All I talk is that realness thats so hard
A millionair that penetrated the flows like a god