Lyrics

Remember being that broke kid on the block. No I didn't grow up with alot. The time I had hoes around was in my sock. Hustlin to get the gwap I could not stop it wasn't going to fall in my lap. So I had to go get it went from L's to dubs doubling my funds. Steady paper chasing chasing , no I wasn't laying bricks down like a stonemason. I was working around the clock just to get a fat wad. I used to go sleep with my stomach achin on E. Now I got plenty to eat and take my money in heaps. These other artists are sheep and lambs to the slaughter. When I vibe with a beat the inner me comes alive. All I can do now with my free time is write.A lyrical menace with my lines that cut deep. They shouldn't even bother to put up a fight. I am in the upper weight class They passed on me , they made a monster with these bars. Thankful they would sit around the table, and clown on me when I snapped on a beat. It was the main reason for me treating a instrumental like it's open season. I have a deep need to make a beat bleed. Becareful of the company is what they tell me but, I go back to kicking it with me myself and I. The same group of all my peeps