Brown Bag to the, aha

North-side to the

Walmer Street to the, hold up, man

This one for the first time romance

This one for the underdog, they said that he had no chance

This one for the XD that's sittin' in the low pants

This one for the fiends that's outside with the cold hands, tryna stick to the program

This one for your first crib, dryin' up the floor plans

This one for the re-up trips, a thousand more grams

This one for the beef, this the war dance

These are middle fingers to the judge in my court stance (Oh, Lord)

I never had a choice but to go for it

Sold your soul, but got nothin' to show for it

This the theme, I run the whole force

I got the wheels on fire like I hit it with a blow torch

This for the days we got faded on a bench

For the cuts I move through, familiar faces in the trench

For the ones who reach greatness, I was raised for nothin' less

For the uncle that got drunk and pulled a razor on your guest

For the paper I need this, for the cases, for the stress

For the ones who make it look easy, never break a sweat

Hit 'em with the full court, display the pages in the press

For the ones who feed the team, the one who's always takin' less

For the ones who wasn't brave enough, they couldn't the step

For the hustlers who went legal, nine-to-five, chasin' checks

For the shorties walk pass, make a fellow break his neck

For the trees it's too strong, shit, they take 'em to the chest

This one for the new smokers, and them old buggers

For the ones who want features, but don't got no budget

For the ones throwin' lazers through the zone convergence

For the ones who shocked when the plane lands, bring no luggage

This one for the turbulent flights

For the ones who work the day shift and work in the night

For the ones who got the vision, not encouraged to say

For the ones that never backed down, determined to fight

I see you