I left home confused like a riddle or a maze treat niggas like cell phones I make they signals fade my time is today I got tight rhymes I rhythm for pay of my rapping fall off bitches ama grind today who's to say that tomorrow promised to me ama wreck and make sure that people pay homage to me am about to blow man sure to wear my style niggas run up bumping then they gon catch a fucking pile get outta my way ama knock out obstacles I got to go a couple of year nine foe my cash flow was low I was low on dough I love this rap game that's y I married it its a big load but someone's gonna carry it I don't shriek I speak I could never b weak I got you all overwhelmed with my rap mystique u got dah eye well brother roll dat and if it won't get me high then u can hold it