More Than Music

Yo, I try to be easy I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them We can play now, this is a war not a playground We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down Wills for us any day now, cops with their wall to wall raids down I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing Or the plunger they stuck to Lumina So I'm stuck with this Nina, I'm stuck with this finger Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class Only for period, yep, I could relate to math Played games, but the games was bad You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker Gotta him to work and yeah, chopping the work up Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me Taught him how to cook, livin' his work up Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty Gotta do it like this shorty Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty Fuck with me This is a movement, this is a union This is more then what you people call music I'm part of this Dip Set confusing Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powerful music that I bring to the table The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy You motherfuckers really don't know You motherfuckers really wont know I'm real fucka, I really wont fold I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road The pain I feel, I really wont show man The game is real, I really don't know Cam If I'ma make it or not But my plan was to take it straight to the top Bring my fame to the block, with me Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me Till the day I'm laid on the block, with shots in me Stay weeded, stay cheffing a blunt Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes You better believe, one thing I was always taught In my household you better achieve No matter what you do, you better succeed That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it This is the Matrix, I take it we live in Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin' Shoot shit, shit is poppin' Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already? Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa! This is a movement, this is a union This is more then what you people call music I'm part of this Dip Set confusing Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powerful music that I bring to the table The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy