Cloth seats
In an old civic
Think
Dear Lord
When I'm gon get it
I mean shit
Who don't wanna be rich
I ain't asking for a lot
Just want a lil bit
What's a king to a God
Who he traded for sin
He gave me talent with a pen
I gotta repent
Harry Potter wit a pen
I bloody the ink
Muddy waters once again
Like after the rain
They change appearance
When it suit em
Like Mortimer mouse
They got me flanked
On all sides
You see the redoubt
Need banks
In the crib
Like Hillary house
Roberta Flack
Where the love
They killin me soft
Them lil ghetto boys too
For all that we know
Who got
A secret to success
The formula close ?
Shit
I'm a work it tell I get it
That's all that I got
Can't help but dream big
It's limitless doors
Rip the door from the hinge
They foot in the way
Pour liquor for the ones
Who caught em a stray
Drink liquor with the ones
Who lead em astray
Throw shots
Through the window
We making em pray
Father God
What you think
When we send em your way
You sending your thanks ?
Look life's
Harder when living
Governed by fools
You break free of chains
Still make you
Jump through them hoops
They say practice
Make perfect don't it
Really practice
Get you ready
For the perfect moment
All I need is one mic
Like Oludara said
I drop more bombs
On you niggas
Than the fifth brigade
Native Roots