Master the craft, master the styleFastening these rap crabs on my nutsBut meanwhile like an asshole everybody got an opinionBlast on these rap fools trying to conquer my dominionInsecure aura's, try to belittle my characterAssassinate their whole plotLook what you got for being weaker then the greater manIt's not about what I achieve or possess physicallyIt's more about respect and love, I show meThe streets don't define me I define the streetsCowards bow down; G's just destroy the weakTomorrows neva promise, I accomplish enoughAnd one day just incase tomorrow neva cameIf life is a game then I'm MVPMost Valuable Player outta QBCSee I respect game so game respect weRevolver's trustworthy automatic is the seedLike seeing the affidavit, I'll buy your CO-DEl-Badji owe a death when I've touch the trackMy lines is like methadone laced wit crack(Sample from 'The Departed')Frank Costello: I don't want to be a product of my environmentI want my environment to be a product of me
