But it's OK cause we go hard you know that's why the streets for

I feel the pressure in pain you may think I'm insane

Feel like a bullet hit your brain when they mention my name

Oh no no we not the same this streets s**t in my vein you start catching cases when you start switching your game

Now they dressing the plate they arrest any day sent my brother to the pit and learn his lesson again

There's no food in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate

OK lets load up our n***a haters and get of the chain ma ma ma Martin luther king

Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kill me or they gon gimme respect

Tired of breaking my neck standing out on this balcony like this all you gon get

For I calling the calvary attention there will be no one after me

None of these rappers is half of me give me half of your salary b***h

I'm riding coach class tryna get my a*s home

First class ain't talking about s**t where's my headphones

Push your head in the rain jumpin top in the sun at the bottom of the barrel

But I know I'm the one for that my kingdom they come yes king david is here

After knocking down goliath there is no one I fear

Lord have mercy on me pa put this cursing on me

I know it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy for him not know who I be so him not know what he do and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you meet ya

Keep our lips concealed the problem we do truth won't matter is if we get caught we through something like Adam and Eve just don't eat the fruit ain't no age limit in this weak recruit come on

Single five line walking through this mind field

All these soulja's lamp out there life but my real

Still in coach class tryna get my a*s home

First class ain't talking about s**t

Where's my mother f**kin headphones