Ya boy is back been busy perfectin my craft/
When Im done spittin on the mic the mic need a cast/
Just rappin no more pushin/
They say my flow hard like a couch without cushions/
Im just out here rappin and mackin for chetter/
Always romed the streets no one knows me better/
Sittin back on da streets I can predict when sculls get cracked/
Its always one serious about the chips and one tryin to get back/
Thats the first to get hurt an innocent bystandard/
Niggas on the streets making little kids bastards/
Pap got hurt in a conflict/
People told him it would be his demiss but he couldnt stop it/
Paper can make broken homes/
Fathers and sons get hurt when crome clashes with crome/
I picked up a mic for recreation/
As I grow older seems more like an occupation/
Girls see dat and one be down Im not trying to increase the population/
No girls gonna catchin me slippin so they can get my dollars/
Thtas why I always rap up and dont keep my girl on a leash and a collar/
They try to stay on yo hip when you make 'em holla/
So yes I'll tap it but no relationship/
Im waliking with my eyes open and you not gon make me trip/
Its the arrival of a threat thats unheard of/
Know that Im out gao the game stirred up/