First off - You niggaz owe me an apology

Thought I was a legend like old Greek mythology

Black in the hood like povertyIn cahoots with paraphernalia that fluctuates the economy

My life is such an anomaly

Most find me threatening cuz they see they can′t conquer me

You'll get punched and have to cop a plea

Cuz I throw punches easily like like aikido techniques

I smoke an eight while sippin′ on Bombay

Spit fire in a cypher turn ya hood to Pompeii

From where I was I done came a long way

How im moving now got my opps catching road-rage

Stole a collectible trumpet from John Coltrane

Had it melted down to brass knuckles

To tell Karl Malone he better quit with the jazz

Cuz i'm with that bullshit boy you don't want that

Im in the thick of this game baby im tied in

Snake niggaz and bum bitches they get the Heisman

You owe me money im counting to ten get to hiding

The earth a small place guaranteed i′m a find′em

I got a dark humor wait years then surprise'em

The thumper in the sky shine bright like a diamond

Squeeze the trigger like someone choking needs the Heimlich

I bet that was over your head like a high kick

We′re all hood niggaz but we are not the same

I move my work and put my profits in the stock exchange

In other words I get it in

Intelligent hustler trying to reup off my dividends

Thats roughly 20 K - talkin' equity

Dreams of goin′ legit sounds heavenly

I got a legal job but them muthafuckas be stressing me

Sometimes I wanna quit but the lord keep blessing me

Don't none come free - money don′t grow on trees

How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet

Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga

I need a couple G'z yea Im talking right now nigga i'll go have on an ounce with ya

Don′t none come free - money don′t grow on trees

How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet

Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga

I need a couple Band'z yea Im talking right now nigga i′ll go have on an ounce with ya

You can get ten bags from a ball - fifth-teen if you skimp it

They gone come back to bat if they like what you pitching

Take fifth-teen out of each sale to restock on the retail

"A broke nigga"? No I cain't be them

I be chaperoning fiends to they ATM′s

I be up all night like like it hurts to sleep

Guarding a transaction like I work for Brinks

Mad headroom in my mix no clips or peaks

So if the meter read "red" that's just rhythmatic surveillance

Of a lyrical assassin I killed the beat

So watch the audio bleed

Im in head of all of you niggaz my a critical not minimal lead

Six-teen bar intervals - eight bars to breathe

Any instrumental on loop that′s all I need

Dead emcee's in a cypher that's all I see

Rest in paradise, R.I.P

Throwing wild cards like Gambit "ohh mon ami"

Wanna live follow me, listen up, follow lead

I′m just a Canton nigga who spawned on the NorthEast

Miami Court between fifth and fourteenth

A nigga tried to fetti finesse me and lost his cheese

Prescribed him to a punch that put him to sleep for four weeks

No need to say where your from cuz your weak

I′m wit the shit but keep my shit lowkey

I spit the shit that helps an unsettled soul find sleep

Get out my proxy I got hella moxie

I'm too gamed up, ain′t no way that you could stop me

Someone asked which one word best describes me

I said DBZ Brolly

Is you gone die? Nigga prolly

Nip said money all in

So I'm a keep making plays till I′m ballin'

Don′t none come free - money don't grow on trees

How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet

Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga

I need a couple G'z yea Im talking right now nigga i′ll go have on an ounce with ya

Don′t none come free - money don't grow on trees

How them kids gone eat - how you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet

Fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga

I need a couple Band′z yea Im talking right now nigga I'll go have on an ounce with ya

I hope a bad cop get shot every time a nerd hits the space bar

Ain′t nothing like home them niggaz hate hard

Too many deadbeat dads nigga take charge

Around yo niggaz all day give him a gay card

I keep my head on a swivel I gotta play smart

How you gone beat your enemies if you don't know who they are

Some of them be your friends, it could be your kin

You could be throwing dick up in her man it could be yo bitch

My dad taught me survival tactics I ain′t learn this shit out no book

He'd correlate our fishing trips to the street and say nigga look

Fishing you got to lure'em in keep that firmness in your foot

Soon as they take the bait then you catch′em with the hook

I ain′t no golden gloves but I can make your shoulders shrug

A couple combinations and i'll have you folding up

I′m a Canton Nigga Trippie Red told you what was up

You could get your body preserved and wouldn't be cold as us

Tryna make history before my shelf life is up

We got King Chip, Kid Cudi, Hi Tek, Bone Thugs

Can′t forget MGK, only name missing on that list "Donta"

Hustling i'm round it like a bagel

I put that on the Bible if its Cain then i′m Abel

One of my clients; he got asthma, he cain't smoke

Shit I got THC gummies let me know

A thot tried to choose me said that she wanna hoe

She looking for a pimp she don't wanna be a rogue

But I ain′t Terrance Howard and this ain′t Hustle & Flow

Where i'm from its dark and gloomy like Brandon Lee in The Crow

Bruce Banner in my leaf, Race Bannon with the flow

Mega-man with the cannon, one arm, let it go

And you better not ask for a beat

You won′t get it for free

Its twenty-five for the lease

Leech...