Now look, they show y'all
Slave to the chains and whips, they so y'all
Minutes in society callin' me O dog
Defining new tricks, you can call me a old dog
Presidential suites, black cards, and fast cars
Once you get the knowledge, then start applying the logic
We Jumpin' on these tracks like hydraulics
Top five, final four, flows goin' to college
I be on the island, jottin' topics in the tropics
An Officer once told me I had to cop it
You got a red light flow, so boy, you better stop it

This the cherry on a sundae, you can't top this
Throw stones at the king, but they never rocked it
Me and Docs on the text, talkin' bout stock tips
Dragged my name through the mud, so I had to mop it

Phone tied up, had to game, double knot it
Been a genius ever since
I can remember
Somebody tell Wyclef I been gone since November
You sheeps release the wolf like a Minnesota timber
On a cloudy day, I have you dancin' in September
I would say I'm a loner, I kill tracks You can call me a lyrical organ donor, so just remember
And you about to crash out, this ain't no bender
Hold up, bring it back
I had an interview with my inner youth He asked a new me, what's gettin' into you
I said, you askin' me questions like an interview
Now I'm seein' I'm checkin' boxes like a Nike Swoosh
And then circle back on my work like a hula hoop
Them scars can't heal when I'm in the booth
Experience is the best teacher, so there's no excuse
When things get tight, then I get loose
They hung blacks by they necks with just a noose

One thing they won't do is break my spirit I wrote through all that pain, you can check the lyrics
Buy back time, can't afford to visit
Cats will cap you down (lying)
Never graduate to a man, now we call that no cappin' gown
Kick it down to the post and try to back you down

Welcome to the house of pain, this ain't no jump around
We up, we still ten toes down
I ain't Tupac, but I get around
You ain't my homie and you still a clown
And when I see you, just know that it's goin' down

I heard you talking for no reason when I ain't around
I ain't trippin', though your actions are intentional
Never one to mention, though, I done been along before
You truly are expendable Been too quiet, hug you like I'm on diet
Elevation is guided, I really think you should try it

The hustle my pop supplied it, all the game he provided
Told me there's more than one way to get it Guess I'm a hybrid, if my name is behind it
Shh, I gotta turn it up
Ain't no sweat, but I'm workin', nigga, I'm burning up
Had to wait a turn from us, hope my youngins learn from us

Gave away the game, but they ain't take it We ain't earnin' they trust
When me and Jimmy chop it up, he hit me up, say, go look it up
Y'all ain't read the game right, my niggas gettin' booked enough
Y'all ain't gettin' hooked enough I'm blackin', but I ain't cookin' up

Step on anything and I'm rollin', guess y'all ain't shook enough
Smith, for real, uh, look When colors get shown, the cover is blown
I ain't tryna run it back, I'm like Sylvester Stallone
Y'all be movin' in a way that I just couldn't condone

I'm like the Spurs against LeBron, y'all see I'm up in the zone
I'm the type to shift the vibes if you cappin' for the internet
You get that space, cause pushin' buttons, I ain't internet
Sendin' shots, but be surprised when niggas send it back

For real