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 i'm not. Green weed, black block. Everybody wanna piece. Dirty like a pair a cleats. Gangstas run they mouth alot like bitches and parrakeets. How you want it pimpin. I'm so cold with it. Make otha boys wanna do it just because I did it. I'm like a legend or some kind a prophecy. Sent here to set you free. Fresh playa follow me.. Into another world inside ya own soul. This hear way bigga than tattoos and corn rows. This not bout makin dough. This 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 here bout who we be. If you in here with me.