Lessons on top of lessons, hard lessons learned
On your Tres 9-7 Escobar flow style firm
My lifestyle, never your concern
I'm up next nigga, it's my turn
Spin the wheel nigga, sellin' them souls
For 360 deals in the end
OD'ing on pills, never tipped it from the drills
Bain home 3-9, nigga chill
My pens fill my thoughts in them papers lines
Goin' wouldn't see from the man in blue
Steppin' from the hero to hero
All praises due
All praises due
All praises due
All praises due
Most high
Niggas think they know me well
All praises due
Bitch, niggas want me to fail
And bitches wanna cast me under they spell
Nah, I ain't goin' for it
Diamond in a rough bound
I'm proud to flaunt it
Caught winnin' your blocks
Connected to docks
Sticks and rocks ain't hurtin'
Scar cracks when you lurkin'
Sharp and surgical like a surgeon
Workin' luxury for the wins
Underground, off of the grid
Quality time with my kids spendin'
Never know when I'm flatlinin'
Never know when I'm flatlinin'
The end of my book
Conclusion rappin'
Issues in these chapters
Never goin' back to
Frozen like a statue
Basquiat vision
For the mission
* around, become a missing
Itchin'
For the trigger
Cause your hands ain't right
Hittin' cause my shine is brighter than yours
Slumped you on your checkerboard floor
All praises, niggas
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
What you looking at, man?
You got all the girls, man.
Hard work, man.