back to reclaim my throne
i'm the prince of the city young machiavelli
staged my own death outwitted my adversaries
from the land of larry hoover where they bury shooters
i'm shining hard stanley kubrick
where crack hit the chi same year as michael jordan
my trap phone got more rings than robert horry
i got a story make shakespeare say that's tragic
speak my mind i got a bad habit
became a hazard to my health like corona to an asthmatic
i roc like the old jay but i'm a back stabber
i got better shit on albums i shelved than shit that you went platinum off
i'm a beast boy i just love to self-sabotage
pussy niggas talking down vagina monologue
i ain't running but i'm tired of y'all
i could call farrakhan or i could get you tatted on the limbs of your friends
have em crying like kavanaugh
back on my bully don't be a matador
mask on you still see i'm the future
but i had to learn not to judge a man by his past
still alive across the belly
lake shore drive with the top back
with my ride or die bitch
i was really fighting for freedom like desmond tutu
if you see the south side
that got niggas paralyzed
that's cause i'm a rock star
i'm from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of jesus
to put new 22's on they coupe
undercovers looking for proof
i push off the roof like bishop in juice
two parent household from an immigrant family
on 47th street by the stones
where they move white out the house same block as obama's home
die alone it's still save money
i take that to the grave with me
a nigga went from robbing in the hood
to the robin hood of inglewood
they produced these circumstances by beating niggas
mistreating and misleading niggas
we the niggas jumped ship did some underwater breathing nigga
why i gotta live my death to believe a nigga