[Verse 1: Kwame]
Drug tested, I stay high off the richter
I could tell ya what struggle and success consist of
Been felt then, since I picked up the felt pen
And in this instance I wrote I'm intent on winning
It's more like a premonition, not just sh** I'm feeling
Bed stuy if I do it I could make a k**in', Illin'
n***as pushing pills, not penicillin, and we benefiting
But no benefactors, and then I factored
The game, I'mma f**ing fracture
Son n***as make 'em ba*tards
They f**ed, send 'em to pastors
They hide but when I die give out my pa**words
I a**ert my past hurt
Spark up and pa** first
Hitman got' damn, I murder and that's work
Just gimme' the cash first