Mezza (19:26)

We gave you the blueprint I told you we would be the newest and the new s**t We gave you the lowest usage Theres a storm inside of me I feel like a fire that burns inside my mental And it's a miracle why I be so cold The fire that inspires me And takes me to the streets where the mack heaven leaked Don't need a vision of the receipt The definition of what I reached I get the crowd hype like weed Then I go to sleep at night with a pack of freaks And keep it pumping in the streets And leave a brother dead on the street I get the crowd wave like seeds And then I throw on the mic like bruce lee And then I roll up and let the weed blow And then we hit the free throw You know the rules of the game Wanna know how I came And you ain't got s**t to gain But you gotta play it the same You gotta watch where you go to get the change And nobody is gonna feel my pain I keep my mind on fame If I could do it all again When I continue to reign I'm a free man but I ain't one of them homies I stay strapped with that nine right before I flip the keys I lay back in the lab And my energy'll keep your back swept And the next reason why you shouldn't come you lack death The other side of the cassette deck Your asset is full of madness In a battle of my life I control my craft less I rock a mic cordless The only thing I bust is the bullets that I spit is Your tracks is wack in the middle like a sketch Hold your breath and you won't miss your death I move through you like a maze to a death I'll take you back to the greatest ever had a fresh fresh And my arm like a press I snatch your life up like a mattress I dissect the dense tongue on your pen And fight the privacy of my conscience and my friends