Pardon the interruption, lyrical combustion

Please don’t you try and temp me pushing my buttons,

Mama told me don’t touch the heat, from the oven, filling up my destiny right when I punch in, you can feel it and you wondering, the confliction and the hunger

Either oversea or get too deep and fall right under,

Work in the pants stuffing, coppers they handcuffing,

If You wanna advance be willing to chance something,

From the block to the lockup, at the station getting processed, general population 3 hots and a cotta,

Then they send us down the road 4by 4 we boxed up, walking down that line going toe to toe wit monsters, you’re free inside your mind find your soul to feel what’s locked up, soups cigarettes and books of raps inside my locker, turned that into gold and made a road for me to prosper,

When I make it out I’ll do it Big I’ll do it poppa

Hook

Pardon the interruption,

There’s really no need for introduction

(X3)

Some say that I came late,

But really I’m right on time,-