Bumping slum village Rest in peace to Dilla

It's Mr....Marqus Clae the thrilla & Manila

Fully loaded magazine you can get your issue

You can't make-up my foundation I put it in they face no concealer

Houston...Texas home of the oil spillers

Double Cup killers

Wood Grain Grippers

Big booty strippers

44 tippers

Cluckers smoking that rock steady like the whispers

I tried to told em im more than a rapper im a scripture

You lay a hand on my mom or sisters I gotta blitz ya

Popping out the window

Like lil Jon song everybody yelling get low

**** appreciating these sick flows

The young boy hopped back in his mode

What you know bout shedding tears til you're left with is mold

They expected me to freeze when I was left in the cold

I turned cold blooded

Leaving blood in the streets

The roads flooded

If you won't die for it you don't love it

I shoot these videos out my own budget

They don't fuck with you until ya song buzzin

So to keep it Sincere From me to you a long fuck ya

Time is all we got

Time is all we got

Time goes by puffing on za

Hoping that it get me high

Young **** going crazy

Young **** going crazy

Watching a rose grow from the ground in full blossom

Puberty got me feeling myself, my nuts dropping

Waiting on the perfect moment to propose to her

Intentional with my words so feelings can flow through her

7 days a week in the gym breaking my muscle down

Or finally seeing the real reason you don't come around

Summer turning to Winter, Spring turning to fall

Eating noodles awaiting my sentence behind the walls

Working 10,000 hours to make your dream a reality

Manifesting myself from a prince to your majesty

Waking up with no more anger towards my dad

Healing through all this trauma that had me ready to spazz

Scraping up your knee as a child seeing it heal

Fake love disguised as real being revealed

And nothings accidental my **** it's all designed

Basically what I'm saying is everything...takes time