Back wit this mf shit What you talking bout I don’t really give a mf I been walking out Nigga ain’t rapping they been singer and talking loud How you even get fans I should off the crowd Let me rap What was that Master lee on attack From the front To the back Most of you nigga fell for the act But you know what it attract Master lee gone make a track Make you bleed and a nap Ima feed and that was that was that Let me go in I don’t need a pen Get up the wind To get up win Tell me just when All these niggas giving in Make a mixer make a blend They gone take it to the chin Tell the truth in the end This for the youth and a friend I was in shire wit Sam and Jen All these niggas really wack All these niggas really cooked Shoutouts to j hood sitting down wit the book Only thing I can say is look You know what it took For me to get to this place Seeing god do some shit in yo face That can’t be erased slim he got laced Me and Mulah got chased Made it to the busstop and got away He put his hand on his face If it was the other way That man caught a case But thank god for Jesus and his grace