Letras
Had to get it on my own
From the mud I belong
Nigga fuck your Vlone
I seen bullets speak a different language
You need Rosetta Stone
My momma told me "better hustle for the things you want"
I took that shit with a grain of salt then I flipped the boat
My brodie think it's 95 on the corner busting off the soap
I told him be cool cause COINTELPRO
What's understood don't need to be explained
I seen him go down that road, I know how things change
We used to ball on the court, you pulled a East Bay
I still get drunk as a motherfucker and peep game
The foes gon' trip off us anyway so let's go insane
I want them dead white faces over my green paper
I want my folks living good, eating on shrimp and steak
I taught my brother bout the money ways
Now he gon' get it each and every way
I'm working hard cause I got curses in my blood that I'm tryna break
I'm ten toes to the soil
From the slums never spoiled
Made my money out the dirt like it's oil
They know I'm royal, still I'm loyal
Swear ain't thing haters can tell me
Say they built for war but ain't built for the Deus Belli
From syrup in my sandwich to tuna pepper and mayo
Made some money, my advantage, they knew where to get the yayo
Still hungry. Not much changed, my appetite funny
Moving rhymes like weight, King Kong Bundy
Heavy, standing ten toes down, the war master
Moved outta town, recipe for disaster
Casper when they see me
Horrifyingly focused
Staying far away from devils
Glorifying the hopeless
Came from royal soil, granny told me keep my head up
"Got too much friends" Shit, friend had me set up
Got it out the dirt like I'm the son of Dusty
A villain when I come to realize that they don't love me
I plan on being here when the dust clear, my work proof
I was really with the older ones playing the front stoop
It's on now, vet in the game like Jay Lethal