These niggas read off a script, when they see me they stop the acting
School shooter, grey colt .45 when I lock the class in
Drunk nights, I would battle the Remy with lots of passion
Lost a war knowing, it never was easy to block a captain
Lеan back soldier, ya need crack, don’t ya?
Won’t let ya quit, herе go a fix, just relapse, won’t ya?
This that fatigue rap, jeans black
Green Bay jersey matching the team hat
You all need crack, so I brought Preem back (Come on)
No more Mr. Nice Guy, we the owners of street rap
It is hard to earn, my daily operation is bring the streets back
Everyday I go in the booth, I load up and shoot (Blat)
When I step in the arena, always seen a moment of truth
I been a Gang starr from flipping raw to prison brawls, and shank scars
No need for thanks y’all
I'm from the bottom bred where niggas'll twist ya top like they locking dreads
Chess not checkers, your Bishop get jumped by Radames