Evening

Burning fumes

The noise I been tuned

Before age I been

Running with goons

Cowboy killer

No I don't know that ****

Holding equity stake

Running around flexing

Ya weight

Times been ugly

But I knew I was

Bound to be great

You in the unknown

Smell fear from ya heart rate

Ya don't save money

But expect money

To be saving ya

Making love to the money

Fuck a Boo Thang

Florida shit

We the next wutang

From where the power

Lines got shoe strangs

Raised and told

To never trust a soul

Don't end well for ****

That wanna be trolls

Ain't have no coverage

Going off regular signs

Putting 2 and 2 together

Went to school

With that ****

Now he on the news

Making coverage

Living off SNAPS

Had to control

My emotions

Shit can turn left when

You snap

Dearth Vardar shit

Catch me with them black forces

Pushing them Italian horses

Write my own shit

No need to reference sources

Catching myself

Trying not to fall

Off the ledge

Ain't never pledge

To ya allegiance

My **** my ****

Whether we make cream

Or chill

Still Allegiant

They still want

You to do all the work

Even when you bring all

The ingredients

Surviving this long had

To rope a dope

Questioning whether I or

Someone I know

Sell dope

No man is an island

Prefer to come up

With the same **** when we wilding

Listening takes you places

Talking makes you complacent

My greatness was in a containment

I'm time sensitive

Blood don't make you family

Don't have much stocks in my relatives

**** showing and telling for executives

Focus on a bigger objective

What I was eyeing in my possession

Was a metal object

That could of stolen my legacy

Everyone faking love cuz hate

Really they tendency

My state of mind

Don't match my address

Excuse the latency

Haters always get lemon squeezed

You after me that's baffling

When ya bitch chose to be on her knees

I'm fake now cuz I chose to

Not give shit out for free

You want me to donate to causes

When I have nothing in the fridge

And wore every fucking thing

I have in the closet

Socket it to my pockets

Ain't worried about ya so called prophet

The only **** I had a problem

With is the one that's reflected

Ya keep the streets

Looking to buy every property on these streets

Greatness don't take a back seat

I warn you to think carefully

Before you you every fucking with me

Don't believe the hype

Some just NFL

**** for life

Same place they use to hang

Is where they got life