(Verse)
Talk bout it!!
Comin from slums won't ever hear me talk bout
The racks or poppin guns if I'm really poppin some
Then the mic is where it's from trust me you don't want it
If you do then here I come & I'm poppin every lung
For every note you ever sung boy
This is Hip Hop not f**in R&B boy
Who told you u can sing boy
You soundin like a b**h boy
Grab a ski mask & go n take ya lick boy
You ain't wit the sh**s boy
Im from the Era wearin XXL sweaters
Cyphers at the park rope chains n dipped out leathers
Somewhere down the line they robbed my culture got played like checkers
The South took over n tore down the NY Mecca
I stay woke to the game cause trust the game will never play me
I stay alone in this game cause Me can only play me
I got a hold of the game like Jayceon featuring Drizzy
Imma die in this game like Jason wit a machete
U want piece of mind well here's a piece of mine
I'm the greatest 2 times 2 times with each n every line
No dumbed down half a** tracks n say what's that
I got that big a** sack to spit them straight up facts n say f** that
Thats all I got right now
Lostson Daze you chillin wit the best right now
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