Feels like fresh air I can breathe Long time coming Let us begin
This is statlanta wih no em and no dre Just nothin but that mothefuckin a (yeah) They can't keep him away hes too resourceful Getting that gwop with the glock by my torso The young terror from the crack era I turn never to a gaurentee God speaks through me This is my bio read my life Tune your ears to my soul Let my music bring light No hype no gimmicks Obie told me there's no love in this game Most niggas od On the fame and the change But I remain sane With my feet and my body engulfed in the flames First album but it feels like the third Countless mixtapes I'm a grind on the curb Stood strong when the bullshit occurred That's my word I am what the hood prefer listen her A magazine can't make him or break him I'm still the future double x l's mistaken It's trouble when the monsters awaken The top spot vacant it's mine for the takin Throwback flow no breaking Old zone swag off in Beverly hills I'm cakin On the cover of magazines niggas hatin The game lack creativity they just tracing No equals too leathal hear me people This is just a preview stay tuned for the sequel (part two) I saw past what the rest couldn't see through I am the young beast it's time that I feast Fuck niggas retreat may you forever sleep Where the maggots and the earthworms eat This is murder on a beat have a seat Feel the power when you leave this beat Having moneys so bitter sweet It's like a double edge sword When the blade and the flesh meet These so called best rappers looking like fresh meat Yeah so it's time to die And I ain't askin niggas shit I'm just takin mine Rhyme for rhyme soul for soul line for line show for show The survey say stat quo Those that don't know don't matter bitch And if you don't understand just listen to thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
