keep yo guards up my nigga, cuz u gotta to fight, dropping all the sickest bars, & I dont even write, balling way too hard despite, these niggaz baller blocking, if I feel u outta line, the pistol I'll be cocking, it's my hustle niggaz knocking, took over territories, cooking up nothing but dope, up in the laboratory, everybody has a story, but mines rather unique, cure the mystique, when at my peak, I made a hundred grand a week, tryna get more louche than sheek, before my time is up, u say u got the sickest bars, but I dont really give a fuck(give a fuck), because I know the shit ain't true, that shit u kick is through, people gravitate to me, because I come with something new, there is nothing u can do, to throw me off me off my square, something like a imo's pizza, I'm the square beyond compare, all my diamonds got a glare, that's reflective off the light, just like a dog do to a bone, these niggaz gonna bite, off the shit that I create, they so filled up with hate, might not be now, but in the future, I'll be one the greats, that motherfuckers slept on