I was little then and you had years of laughs,
Face the facts, you never could relive my past,
I was off-balanced so I had to level my style,
I speak calmly now cuz the gat settled me down.
If you pop and hit me, then you lucked at it nigga
And my d*** take more strokes than a butt naked swimmer,
Tell me how the f*** you don't remember,
I'm the nigga that packed a hundred degrees up in December.
Check my method, I don't care who you rep with,
Guns'll leave you left with, a motherf****** death wish
Dawg, look at our rhymes cuz they not really equal,
Niggas wanna fly with the birds get shot with the eagle.
Follow the leader, the hollows'll seek ya, street-sweeper,
Niggas saying damn like he modeled a beaver,
Ima swollow they reefer with their lungs attatched,
throw these niggas in the garbage among the trash.
Lets speak for real, you know you can't match it,
I'm too greedy, I'm after that green just call me Saint Patrick,
How can this happen, cuz I go for my goal,
And you don't know how many pounds my holster can hold,
And all these niggas that doubted me, I'm saying this loudly and proudly,
cuz these bitch critics just help style me.
I'll leave you with a boneless skeleton, I'm known as Felon,
Have your brains shown like jelleton, all irrelevant,
Matter fact call me heaven,
set up long-distance so my existance be known as a legend,
F*** these haters cuz I know they praying I fail,
I just wanna have more product weighing the scale,
I got no no problem rolling that dutch either,
Bloods thicker than water, but I take this beef much deeper,
Don't think I can't throw hands, I'll box your face,
You know my rhymes stay sicker than toxic waste.
I'm homicidal, you don't multiply dog I divide you,
So really how much protection your gun provide,
I pack force and the measurement tend to be Rhicter,
Keep my gun close to deal with enemies quicker,
i don't back down get back now what's that sound
All I hear is gunshots fired in the background,
The rest of yall niggas just lowsy and slow,
hopefully my album drop in 2000 and 4