Ayo, this just a story of the insubordinate project hallway loiterer
Taught the voyage from a boy to warrior
The streets'll shut your mouth but open your corneas
'Cause ain't no conversations with coroners
It's hostile, they whyle out and niggas got loud out
Chasin' back like the Rothschilds and they'll prey on the docile
A shorty though, you know how the story go
Flipped it like Bishop and kept the .38 and the .40 bellows
Torchin' my clothes, I was sportin' Girbauds
With drug money, tryna acquire that corporate dough
Police will walk upon me whisperin' in they walkie-talkies
But I was young, swiggin' on a dark Bacardi
Was into different things, survivin' off fries and chicken wings
Hunger pains had me gettin' thinnin' to thicker things
I switched the game up, niggas biggin' my name up
Be flickin' pictures with bitches 'cause how we came up
Best blow a L, rap niggas should know us well
We who they hate, the rap Avon and Stringer Bell