Still putting in pain I gotta do it/this smoke a get u wet/ bdddd) this embalming fluid/show I’m gifted with words , I just gotta prove it /these mc’s is like yellow lights /I slide thru it/get a bag n go niggA ,I drive thru it/u need a strap if u bumping off my music/u need a pack if u bumping off of my music/get a job make it stack off of my music/or learn from those around u that’s how I’d do it /if I could rewind a couple years / erase a couple tears/replace a couple fears/and show the rest of these fruits that we not peers/I’m from the apple and they not who they appear/I make it clear / nigga I’m rare/mak with me , u could feel it in the air/Oprah vibes I’ll pull it from the chair/sound like a chopper / but it flew like a Lear/I’m only scared when I’m looking in the mirror/and in my hood it can happen with a stare/so yeah / don’t become body of the year/(smmmdddacccckkk)I’m from the era where / we don’t know better /where)a gat equals cheddar and a gee is just a letter so/bishop on the roof / I learned to let it go/let my moms go thru hell again ,heavens no/watch my brother take a shell again ,bet I won’t/I got two sisters / they mean the world to me/they show me bro love, / they still my girls to me/and the apple ain’t falling from the tree/u see my dad / u see me/and ima give y’all bars till my Kuzin free/till then remain sucker free/I’m baking soda ,they only hard kuz of me /remember them block days/ chopping up the work/before they had the zahhhh/ it was dro and purp/the soda was purer / it really made u burp/the soldiers was realer , they really put in work/ rip stax.....