Walk to us, never run from Us, I remember feeling cold During some summers

These are songs that we Chatter to, beats that we Battle through

Fuck the funds, life is used For a collateral. No deposits, Surprises got the boogie men in closets, no Halloween, no disguises

These guys are horrifying Up the odds, walk the yards With iron, eyes are prying

On these cats like a pride of Lions. Here come the Hyenas, **** far from Genius

Like a psychic, I seen this, Visions of the neighbors, Tormented by these

Demons, disguised as Politicians, baptized in devil

Semen. Whether you snort Or intravenous

The crossroads of life, I pick Serena y'all with Venus

Them dark souls in light, Never seen this. Pictures That I visualize, painted Perfect

The streets the canvas, Drying patiently now was it Worth it? Don't worry about

It, mind your business, your Genre's not the same as Shahid's, different

Agendas, I feel funny when Surrounded by pretenders

This that old school shit, Y'all, young **** cutting Suspend us. This the class I'ma teach, fill the barrels, Grab a crab off the beach

Spitting carols, there's not a Jab y'all can reach

Come out the shadows, From out the lab, this is heat

So what's the hurry?

I'm Steph Curry on the one-Two's, I'm too big to fit in Son's shoes

So let our sons choose Whoever lose, pay a pound Of flesh

Y'all not the only ones who Towns a mess..Listen, I say Less to get my point across

If more is needed, then the Point is lost. See I don't fuck Around, it's a toss between

Life and death, crossroads Again, Wu-Tang, Ghost or Meth?

My social compass, I'm Confused, is it east or west?

Y'all **** choose, least say He's the best..Me

The planet's mine, I can Smell it Put the sign before Your eyes, **** still

Couldn't spell it, I yell it. My Songs reverberates, around

The room, wakes the dumb, Deaf and blind, I raise a

Corpse, from out it's tomb. Turning Winters into June

Pain like pinches in the Womb, feel the tension, Smell the fumes

It's the playoffs, sweep em Grab a broom, Jimmy Dukes Brought the snares and the Basses

Left his tunes, I see the Stares in they faces, cross the

Room, I'm gracious, y'all Still wanna taste us

Grab a spoon. I leave Passages for those who Wish to follow

Remind us that it's amateur Night at the Apollo, Y'all Dug a hole big enough for them to swallow

And fuck the four cops who Killed, Amadu Diallo

Body shots, Jamal Chalo For Those who get offended, too Bad your depths

Are shallow. It's Brownsville Sleepy Hollow

Where **** test your ego In that bullshit rap bravado

It's me