I never regret my last move//
I walk the streets, planning to get a cash rules tattoo//
I'm a fast dude who's always winning the race//
Forced to eliminate fakes and intimidate snakes//
Lookin' for a bite, I call the night, day//
And the day is night, different cut same knife//
A nigga's guts spilled from the same fight//
Same reason we remember our fallen soldiers' life//
We lay dice on the floor and hope//
We won't have to hit the star of hope, poor and broke//
Formed an oath to get out the hood for good//
Dreamers, we wouldn't need an oath if we could//
Believe us, we walk through storms with no jackets//
Fuck male bonds, we no faggots, bail bonds//
Get us back on the streets fast//
Back on the weed stash, passin' the seed last//
My passion to see cash made me cold//
I put in work, but never had a raise befo//
Mom dukes watched her baby grow to raw youth//
Subpoenas and lawsuits the only time I rock suits//
My pop's roots take me back to Puerto Rico//
Go back there, niggas tryin' ta freeload//
At times I envy the cats in back of us//
Exchange this thug life for a plush life//
Digging in the ground for some crushed ice//
I lust wifes and reach for the far fetched//
I'm Lord E, that's the reason I write bars best//

I liked that joint kid...Very nice flow...and was really feelin the wordplay ecspecially the first couple lines...ill shit...OUT

lmao... self-glorification, always a good topic... this was cool...

Formed an oath to get out the hood for good//
Dreamers, we wouldn't need an oath if we could//
^^especially that... keep rhymin

yeah, tight piece!

I never regret my last move//
I walk the streets, planning to get a cash rules tattoo//
I'm a fast dude who's always winning the race//
Forced to eliminate fakes and intimidate snakes//

Uppin'... HOLLA!

Tight joint dawg