'm goin broke Got em up with floyd and floyd had fronted me some dope Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I
and stupid, baby We runnin' these motherfuckin' streets for real Kay Slay, holla at goddamn baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want
I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest Press pause for the Gob and confess that your
', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nothin' to me, to me Ayo, ayo, yo it's the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment Hoodied up, stickin' your grandfather for
label saying they goin make Sean blow Turned the radio on and do I hear Sean... no Man please do not gimmick me, Put me on the shelf and not remember me, And treat me
don't test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than Marion
. Let me see the Carolinas- carry some of the finest little baddest and the hottest- Got a body of a goddess. I'm back and with the best- Best! And I
And Da Bandana Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out Tell Em Take Me Through Da
for breakfast It match with the necklace Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist Especially if you rest next to me N**** come testin' me
soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood (Yeah) Misunderstood, don't (We do this for the people that walk that path) Don't let me
show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for
edible I kick incredible shit for my poeple I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for
if you claimin' you the best MC Bring your arm over here and handcuff me We battle till the cattles learn to speak Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed
? Come here, let me tap that chin Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King Call me the Sam Cassel, shots
to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can step to us And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure
understand me 'cause I speak with a slur But my guns speak a language all the people done heard Streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute You fuckin' with a General, salute me
on I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong That's right cousin I did this album right here for me and my people ya heard me And we
I had a good guy he didn't do that much for me Tried to be hard but that he can neva be Always tell me that no one could compared to me But couldn't