Look at my rhymes Yoo Look at my line Yeah yeah Started hip hop When I was a boy Used to hit the road Used to carry heavy load Never lost my points Thought i was painless Thought I was ruthless Thought i was useless Pay Attention Never wanted tension People gossip Making profit Spitting bars Driving cars Life is hard Hope i make it Stupid innit I ain't just a rapp3r I'm the only thing that matters When I spit bars i turn into a blander Never lost my ways When I wasn't making cash Didn't want the rash I was teaching boys class Pumping the gas Thought I was stupid Thought I cupid Making the music So many struggles Out of a troubles Blowing the bubbles Working in doubles Off to the top I got many points I don't smoke joints Vele banomona Vele bazozanda Me and my brothers Sazo mosha Vele bazobona Sazo phopha Let them hate Let them rate I don't do dates Do or Die Got a bodyguard Got a credit card Making money With my buddy Gonna get tougher Ain't gonna suffer BorN'poor die'rich God bless