Intro

**** scary got em parrying

Gripper man this shit ain’t really fair you took it there again

Heavy is the crown shit I’m wearing it with arrogance

You say I remind you of who the comparisons embarrassing

I done seen **** come up I done seen them plummet

I done seen **** catch a bullet ‘fore they reach the summit

Seen rappers claim they from that zone

And **** from that hood saying you can’t come back home

And if you do your chain your watch, **** run that homes

Oh well, he should’ve never left his gun at home

That’s why no matter a **** whereabouts that 30 on me

**** round my way can’t wait to air you out like dirty laundry

They did my **** Smoove so greasy that shit hurt it haunts me

I’m screaming free my cousin Yam damn word to aunt tee

I remember days we was broke as fuck and posted up in them extended stays

Rocked one pair of jeans so many times I made the denim fade

started putting pen to page taking chances for some winning plays lord forgive me for my sinning ways

And the bars MMA they got Em amazed

Shady Records bitch I’m rollin wit the renegades

Still gon mix the henny wit the lemonade

**** still afraid **** been afraid

And I’m still posted on Colombia

Toting shit to tumble ya I told you it’s a jungle huh

Still

Feel like I got everything to prove and they

Still

feel a way they never seen me lose ****

Still

Spit for **** huggin the block and I still, still don’t got no love for a op

I got, hoes from MY PAST that wanna be seen

Snakes slithering in HIGH GRASS they running a scheme

I ain’t let nothing BYPASS or come in between

Now it’s lookin like THIGH PADS is under the jeans

These **** my sons and that ain’t a term of endearment

**** threw dirt on me I still grew vertically I know it hurt em to hear it

Fuck all the courtesy i need a 30 piece or it ain’t worth an appearance

The hoes that was curving me hit me up urgently cause of this German I’m steering

I made my passion my purpose

These **** cap in they verses

Buddy ain’t bout that action he nervous

IDFT was just scratching the surface

Shit a clsssic but rap ain’t deserve

Got my feet planted flat on the pavement

Still that **** that rapped in the basement

Guess I gotta go back to the basics