Peyton Manning, mile high magic Run up on an opp, broad day with the glock like a savage I'm gettin recognition and u punks can't stand it Damn it, the rap game try to black ball me, faggots Let me explain why these lames can't stand him Me, Tru, kuz everything I fuckin do is fantastic Amazing lyrical playing artist, self expression is something I can't quit Been a fuckin savage, what I bring to the booth and to the block is straight magic So, basically I can't stay banished, they tried But it just can't happen Got to many fans &, supporters stopping me from inflicting self damage I might, self destruct with a dirty chopper in my hands & it'll be fully automatic I'm right here trying to provoke all the static Never was one to run from shit, ten toes down I'm still standing Every single one of my bitches are in love, and each one gots my name branded As a yungsta guns were something I stayed strapped with When ur trappin or spitting what I do in a booth u gotta have it Better to be caught with one than to be caught without it I do t even know how I started this rap shit I just seen a lot of rappers who're hoes needing to be exposed so now I'm rappin Eye-eye captain, all hands on deck, and u know everyone's packin Even my baby's mother, shit, ain't gonna catch us lackin As quick as the haterz come them pussies up and vanish I'm struggling to hold back when every fiber of my being says to do damage Have the breaking news alert on every news channel flashin That's what my plans been, but nothing goes according to plan , adapt quick I'm a whole new problem for u critics, I'm on a whole other planet I'll body ba the gam, & have all these fuck boys wrapped in plasti Extra baggage, now is disposed of in fa it's Now on blast for all to see, Tru's back Bitch!!! Heavy Artillery is what I be packing!!!