I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitchesclaiming they live but if you pop em they snitchingsome wise from the building, the game knowledge of dealersknowing they lack the heart of those who out on the benchesI was out in the trencheswhich enables me to paint such a powerful picturelike Apocalypse NowI put my heart in my lyrics, every time I sit downI write, my source of inspiration ain't 3 and a half micsI must have been an mc in my past lifepresently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm that nicepeople act like, I don't deserve nothing I gotI grew up in the spotmy sleep was interrupted by customers knockssome of y'all should just stop the animosity you got for meluck it was notfor years we ran the projects like a marathonthese catastrophic, my time depth of pride became my own conquestsubsequently some are with me others ain't yet, the gun is within meI wish for nothing except that my mother was with mesome place judgment against me based on nothing but envythey pray for my downfall like the song by biggieborn in the city which never sleeps till rest in peaceits carved in stone some starved while others bled to eatrap is my legacy I leave my seed my destinyexcept I hope she never see the treachery success will bringthe trife life and death of kingsI'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poeticallynever sleep, rest assured mega is dope in its pure formthe dealer mc, keeping it real is my protocolfall back I got you hoping off the style- I was working on itthe beat is lifeless, till I put mys on itI reminiscence confinement as I read a kite frommy people with secret inditementsfreedom and trying, contemplating putting streets on the tiresdominating this beef with my rhyming as if you need a reminderI spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on the wirewhat other lyricist is known for giving people consignment?I'm eager to find my equal at rhymingI rock, iceberg jeans with the nikesan extremist when rhyming deep as poseidonwe lived in violence now I live in a peaceful environmenta secret asylum from the streets where people be wilingsome blind with fury from seeing my shininglike a phoenix arising from the depths showing the reaper defiance
