F**k it n***a I'm back
Ain't no one man to rap
Can stop this train on it's tracks
I'm the realest n***a in rap
Currently and before this
Have you see what you all missed
Cuz I will never stop till my currency's
On the Forbes list
It's do or die motherf**ker
On that Madisons if you survive motherf**ker
Who side you on
You see me on TMZ
You hate me for being me
So f**k that b***h and the powers that be
Now you've been warned
I'm calm I got that from growing old
You sold them souls made a lot of money
But sold your soul and so just call
Foolery will get you nowhere
Don't even go there
It's so clear got a sixth sense
They call me cosin
Did a song with J Roc and Kendrick
Do your forensics
Search for all the clues I pray that you get offended
The first n***a on this side to toss em a shot
The first n***a on this side to thought he was hot
Ask that n***a Big KRIT
Who's the first that he spit with
When rappers comin up
I'm that n***a they tryna get wit
But when the tables turn
I get treated just like a misfit
An outcast give me 3000 more
I can outclass
I'm screamin where my real niggas
These old niggas is runnin behind these lil niggas
Some Philly nigga's the biggest slave on the plantation
But I own my masters
Don't keep the feds waitin
F**k it n***a I'm here ain't nobody to fear
I'm a king but they ain't give me the throne
They gave me the chair
Electrifying the mic it's still denying them nice
I'm still supplying the white
It's the streets I'm tryin to fight
I'm captivated with tracks I'm makin
Let's get em waving and
Make you niggas retract yo statements
Decapitation from lacerations I'll bash your face in
I think you ran out of time
Don't keep your casket waitin
Procrastination yall niggas stay on that cool shit
Colorful clothes dancing around buffoon shit
I stay in tune p***k
You see that spoon drip balloon clips
Visions down state stay on that goon shit
Army fatigue platoon shit
Full of it it gets you nowhere
Don't even go there they so scared
Devour my prey cuz they got no prayer
And now it's so clear it's crystal light
So crystal they call me Mr White
For these fiends trading they kryptonite
It's 2 Pac in his new body big perm with 2 shotties
I'm a soldier so I don't do molly
n***a I'm 2 Gotti's Erwin John
I'm a gangsta that know the bizz a perfect don
That's what is wrong
Made me swear on my mama
I'm a load up the lama
And blow the scene like Osama
I don't whack like Obama
Still I be presidential
Smoking ganja in Ghana I murder whoever sent you
