b-more in me yeah that's my problem
oh yes lord! walk like i'm pimpin
yeah boy what's happenin'
i'm thinkin fuck these bitches
and my brothers keeper bitch and nino at the carter
the equalizer bitch i'm deeper
they call an ambulance they ass don't stand a chance in sparta
oh no no! i'm out the west side
my niggas stacked with aka's and ain't no kappa gamma
and now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
no sunshine or feeling better
watch em all scatter they'll kill each other
i got that hustlers desire
i got that boyz n the hood mixed with that higher learning
niggas ain't fucking with me
thanking the lord that i'm building the ships
so you niggas won't drown in the midst of the flood
cause i'm giving you prophecy
niggas ain't watching me properly
bitch i be switching it up
cause they dear to your life
i'll be there on the flight
free my ghetto cause we the ghetto
they say there's levels to this shit
well you can't see my level
los bring rap back to life
this shit needs some soul!
i roll because i miss my dad
they shot my nigga in the head
now i'm the best rapper alive
lost souls and dope fiends
from what we're told there ain't no kings in
gun shots and caution tape
why is an honest dollar so hard to make in
no sunshine or feeling better
watch em all scatter they'll kill each other