(Verse One)
Illness, realness, no pill in the world could cure this
Flow sick that the boy might k** this, bring it back from the dead
Than go heal it, like im god, in that case i'd bring pac
Back to the place where rap, had started, this for the rappers
Young dearly departed, from an mc'n artist, now back to the beat
This lebron james mix with the heat, whats a mill? when you have no deal?
Whats the price that you pay if you meek? let me know cause the boy feeling low
Dont get me wrong yea i been high before, but i knew for a fact, this won't last
Tryna scape whats real? thats my past and so i laugh at ya
See i ain't really know better, just know im a go getta, got news for the kids
Hope ya'll like the pitch, batter up cause im not with her
If ya lost got a lil picture, not a jug but the flow i deliever
Punch line after punch line, cole say its crunch time
Where im from n***as pop no liter, Mo' problems Mo' liquor
For a young child and a po' n***a, boy no joke, see my city needs hope
Right now, and im feeling like that n***a, rather make tracks than pull triggers
Stick to this rapping, consider my heart, actions
Is bigger than the love for this rap game, straight spitta
(Outro)