levels to tha throne

well I be dam hear I go again fresh out up on bail living life roothless money cars n clothes a couple bad hoes I use kno jamacain, Caucasian, even Asian I'm persuaing any inch's of interest I got Mary Jane fo sell wit quite a few clientele can't u tell look at my posture 200 Grams n both pockets this shit might cost ya living by tha dollar I was birthed to the block left rapped n a blanket n bottle wit a wit a couple shells to the Glock livin hell by tha clock reminiscing time tickng ya dime came missing another nigga dicking that shame azz feeling u n lost a lottery ticket but realy this bitch was all alone tricking wipe the fire from yo eyes u might see the real lies that lies underneath every couple bed sheets to bad I ain't no sheep rock solid, great ape, king of kings , the new breed of the jungle, blood of Messiah make u humble wen that thunder stumble don't look fo mercy find herse in hop n wit ya gin notebook n ya pin take note on journey ask ya maka whose tha greatsest MC he ever clayed up to raise up to be the street sweeper of these fake wanna beas