Situations

This is a word to the wise, never sleep where you shit at

The ghetto keep a red hat, watch who you spit at

The enemy, said fuck peace and serenity

I keep a tight family like the Kennedy's, streets take virginity

With long nights of Hennessey and obscenities

The coco kept a lot loco, but never made me loco

Everything's legit but my eyes on the po-po

A vet in this game, you young niggas tryna go pro

Rep it like a lawyer, this one's pro-bono

To most that's a no-no

No gimmicks, classy hoes, flashy clothes, cursive logos

Strictly solos, Timb boots and Polos

Play the low-low and take you rap niggas out like a promo

To my man Edo G, hip-hop devotion

Peace to my guns, to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, get dough to spit son

(It's funny how money change your situation)

I'ma be around when there ain't no snipes or stickers left

You can meet a quicker death talking shit with your liquor breath

False courage, I don't encourage

We can go head up on pay-per-view with live coverage

You rap cats is programmed like an outreach

Club thugs wanna bone, I got your mouthpiece

Riding scooters down in South Beach

Keep it jingling, while haters freezing in New England

I'd rather know a thousand millionaires

Than a million hundredaires I know dogs who in a hundred years

I'm a savage like Fred without the Wonder Years

And it's my last resort when the gun appears

It's a blessing being above ground

Throwing bombs for touchdown soon as I touch down

A lot of dogs is bloodhounds

But Edo G gon' hit you when I bust down

To my man Edo G, hip-hop devotion

Peace to my guns, to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, get dough to spit son

(It's funny how money change your situation)

It ain't about how you flow, it's about who you know

And who gon' get behind you with dough to make you blow

I'ma show you, pay you niggas back like I owe you

I don't trust none of y'all as far as I can throw you

What I go through, everyday life that gets harder

Niggas get on and get dryer than Nevada

We can talk about chips like Erik Estrada

When I put it in tu cara, you rhyming 'bout nada

When Edo G get that leeway

You'll hear my name on the streets with that he say she say

I'm ahead of my time, run it back like a replay

You like a Tuesday, a weekday

Hungry MC's is tasting nothing but defeat today

I'm gon' eat today, that completes the day

Get y'all folks behind me and lead the way

What more I need to say? I'm standing on my own two feet today

I'm standing on my own two feet today and it won't stop

To my man Edo G, hip-hop devotion

Peace to my guns, to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, get dough to spit son

(It's funny how money change your situation)