(Intro)
Blackhand Enertainment
Roc a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official
(Verse 1)
I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my ni**as spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math today with out getting blast away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, ni**a got a right to spark
Right from the start, they place me in the ghetto, tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn’t wish this on nobody life to end up like mine
Ever since I was quite young a ni**a been in a bind
Had to scratch for every plaque, even rap ain’t even all its cracked up to be
Ni**as don’t stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic, the only way out was rapping
America don’t understand it, the demographics I tapped in
I’m the truest ni**a to do this ni**a and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God’s grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery ni**a, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
S**t, I floss on my off days
F**k what they all say
Ni**as can’t stop me with rumors, I’m too strong
All day socks exploding, sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my block frozen
My spot is rolling, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, I can do the time
But whats really on my mind, there ain’t no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since 93
I told them I’m retired, but they like whatever
You know them pigs don’t wanna see you get your life together
(Chorus)
I’m stuck in this life forever
The more things change the more they stay the same
Who am I to change the game?
You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than its ever been
Once again
(Verse 2)
Hold the gun at eye level, I ain’t afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, ni**a say hi to the devil
I blind with the bezel, I’m in line with the ghetto
What y’all ni**a afraid of my mind or the metal
Ni**as tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the 9, so f***ing with me just ain’t the answer
I just can’t lose when I was young I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though you’re gone, I’m not bitter, you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got it from here
Don’t sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I’ve seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In a time where we all move
Lets face it either you’re dough chasing or basing
Lacing, crack’s got you feeling strong like Mason
Careful, any infiltration I’m leaving ni**as
Leaking more than just information
