Intro

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh

Look

**** scary, got him 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 embarrassin' 'em

Look, I done seen **** come up, I done seen 'em plummet

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

Seen rappers claim they from that zone

And **** from that hood sayin' they 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 thirty on me

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

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

I'm screamin', "Free my cousin Yam," damn, word to auntie

I remember days we were broke and fuckin'

Posted up in them extended stays

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

Started puttin' pen to page, takin' chances for some winnin' plays

Lord, forgive me for my sinnin' ways

In the bars, MMA, they got MMA's

Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' with the renegades

Still gon' mix the Henny with the lemonade

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

And I'm still posted on Columbia

Totin' 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 'fore **** huggin' the block

And I still, still don't got no love for an opp

**** still feel like I got everything to prove

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

**** still spit 'fore **** huggin' the block

**** still, still don't got no love for an opp

I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen

Snakes slitherin' in high grass, they runnin' a scheme

I ain't let nothin' bypass or come in between

And now it's lookin' like thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez

Huh, these **** my son, and that ain't a term of endearment

**** threw dirt at me, I still grew

Vertically, I know it hurt 'em to hear it

Fuck all the courtesy, I need a thirty

Piece or it ain't worth an appearance

The hoes that was curvin' me hit me up

Urgently 'cause of the German I'm steerin'

I made my passion my purpose, these **** cap in they verses

Buddy ain't 'bout that action, he nervous

IDFT was just scratchin' the surface

Should've clashed if a rapper deserved it

Got my peeps, let it flood on the pavement

To that **** that rapped in the basement

Guess I gotta go back to the basics