so l can see right over them now me and my mate of street lad l come from a broken home sell drug's out of this slum whole crew's a buncha fhens made a few bucks then ya'll started runnin' your lips a little too much Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack Now I wanna roll that And if it won't get me high, then hold that I'mma cop me a six, and cruise through the block I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm I wave it over the crowd, dictating shit like deliver the flow like drug trafficking to this rap shit Mic set, you can't see me on it Master the art, so now I just flaunt it Born to live a life and die, but 'til then I'mma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen I take the cherry from a beat like bring rhyme to life is flawless Tearing it up when it comes to me picking up this On this trip, I coincide with Beat Bringing out the best in me We formulatin' like a recipe Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff Bestow my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keeping it tight, cause whats raw nigga It's only right