since the days of a young age...stone heart and gun gaze
had a gangsters dream of one day rockin the front page/
blaze all the while think i'll never get payed
since day one I craved a pasture where the benjamins grazed/
born a slave to the rhythm...gettin daps for flows
on the actual my tactics full of wrath on those/
who try to stop the music...that i'm choosin to groove with
my rhymes a batteram...leavin eardrums with bruises/
me losin'...no answers needed
cus that ass'll get depleted,have yo whole crew bleedin/
at emergency receivin...i'll be sittin there first
with a silenced 38 so i can finish the dirt/
dip to the turf...nah i'll hit up the club
catch a rub from yo bitch...thinkin that chick was in love/
guess not...now leakin tears at yo death spot
poke my dick up into the trick untill her neck is gettin breath rot/
my crew is raw...yours should be removing jaws
cus ya album be aight if i could fuckin loop the pause/
start somethin... after ya sales start jumpin
careers end prematurely...when my heart starts pumpin/
adrenaline..i'll tell em then at that point they could never win
so sick they tried developin the ANTI-MOESES MEDICINE/
it didn't work because i dig beneath the dirt
if i die it's underground, that's how i started at first/
extort the fuck out of a major record label
droppin rhymes in exchange for major loot on the table/
start livin high scale...hell nah never with my mail
i'm dope as fuck right now...but all that fame and shit can fail/
40 G'z on ice...that shit can damage ya
send ya lil bro to stanford...he'll be ya manager/
that's investment...the other way you buyin some resentment
look at ya former hood all ya old peeps still stressin/
fuck suggestions my whole life has been a question
i skipped education for a rap game proffession/
no lecture gimme twenty gee's be my investor
not the only rapper but you could best believe i'm better then most
not the type to get the cheddar and boast
streets of poverty with slang even the letters are broke/
show a place for us without hop coke and angel dust
babies stuck on drugs cus they mothers kept our slangin up/
thats nasty...pain turned my voice so raspy
newports and weed make it easy for the pigs to catch me/
the good die young so i stand tough
i got machine guns... they got semi autos and hand cuffs/
had a gangsters dream of one day rockin the front page/
blaze all the while think i'll never get payed
since day one I craved a pasture where the benjamins grazed/
born a slave to the rhythm...gettin daps for flows
on the actual my tactics full of wrath on those/
who try to stop the music...that i'm choosin to groove with
my rhymes a batteram...leavin eardrums with bruises/
me losin'...no answers needed
cus that ass'll get depleted,have yo whole crew bleedin/
at emergency receivin...i'll be sittin there first
with a silenced 38 so i can finish the dirt/
dip to the turf...nah i'll hit up the club
catch a rub from yo bitch...thinkin that chick was in love/
guess not...now leakin tears at yo death spot
poke my dick up into the trick untill her neck is gettin breath rot/
my crew is raw...yours should be removing jaws
cus ya album be aight if i could fuckin loop the pause/
start somethin... after ya sales start jumpin
careers end prematurely...when my heart starts pumpin/
adrenaline..i'll tell em then at that point they could never win
so sick they tried developin the ANTI-MOESES MEDICINE/
it didn't work because i dig beneath the dirt
if i die it's underground, that's how i started at first/
extort the fuck out of a major record label
droppin rhymes in exchange for major loot on the table/
start livin high scale...hell nah never with my mail
i'm dope as fuck right now...but all that fame and shit can fail/
40 G'z on ice...that shit can damage ya
send ya lil bro to stanford...he'll be ya manager/
that's investment...the other way you buyin some resentment
look at ya former hood all ya old peeps still stressin/
fuck suggestions my whole life has been a question
i skipped education for a rap game proffession/
no lecture gimme twenty gee's be my investor
not the only rapper but you could best believe i'm better then most
not the type to get the cheddar and boast
streets of poverty with slang even the letters are broke/
show a place for us without hop coke and angel dust
babies stuck on drugs cus they mothers kept our slangin up/
thats nasty...pain turned my voice so raspy
newports and weed make it easy for the pigs to catch me/
the good die young so i stand tough
i got machine guns... they got semi autos and hand cuffs/