In the beginning this was a hobby Instrumented in a lobby 40 of old English nickel bag from papi wrote My own English, sloppy with the led notebook folded like Gotti with the feds It's like dope metaphors have a party in my head i done formed a whole yawa army what I said from not having a dollar on me to this bread make Jowell Mattel keep Barbies in the bed Every day I am on a flight Every other night I am on the stage getting right Every other second in between I just write I am a machine like the Jordan collector i fiend for the mic Can't run away to tell you the tales that I've been hurt I couldn't count on one hand how many lie in dirt Human flash is no match for heavy iron squirt fireworks make Brooklyn when it seems like it's July 4th i wake up to candles and empty henny bottles You ain't gotta fear homie but fear the semi nozzle It'll change you from husky with a heavy wobble to in a hospital Skinnier then a fendo model I attended the curb weight in this past summer ten minutes hug and slash mother in these streets you gotta bring you're A game like the bash brothers It's bullsh** that's why I carried Jordan last number My arms strong like Bj on a sharp night come for these bills and end up in a cart right see I refuse to die at their hand A n***a fire from man a survivor i am it was not long ago I was buying them grams f**ing hiding for benz take a nine from Joann I am just being the best like the rest should From the best hood Bk to the Uk with Westwood (CORRECT IT IF THERE ARE MISTAKES FELLAS )