Buff Hoe( F.C)

Yo, step in my zone, it's a different dimension, Eyes on the prize, I ain't got time for pretension, Bitch niggas lurkin', they be playin' yet they lack, I see through the smoke, know they all lookin' lame. Streetwise wisdom, I’m the voice of the struggle, Can’t tolerate fakes, man, ready to rumble, Life’s a chessboard, I’m movin’ with intention, Checkmate on the haters, no need for intervenion Echoes of the city, hear the sirens wail, Real ones by my side, we gon’ blaze a new trail, Never back down, I’m the heart of the block, Countin' every blessing while they plot and they mock. Grew up in the trenches, but I rise like the sun, Bitch niggas talk tough but they know I’m the one, From westside three points on mic spittin’ truth, A streetwise poet, I’m the voice of the youth. (Verse 3) Keep my circle tight, loyalty’s the code, Can't roll with the fakes, man, they heavy with the load, I’m a king on this throne, watch me steady my reign, In a world full of chaos, I’m the calm in the pain.