VERSE

I came up in this game wit a solid team and a bag of weed

Segregated as a youngin and chastised for smoking trees

Chillin wit my niggas we kickin it but im different

Cut from a different cloth

Up-

Holdin a wicked image

But I just stick to my quiet shit

I don't know why niggas trippin

Why these niggas trynna get me to riot shit

They trynna clip my wings (uh)

Kuz anyday now they can show and the fat lady sing

And when they see the truth everybody want peace of the C.R.E.A.M

On that WuTang shit

Don't get it twisted nigga

Young nigga don't know shit

But I be the realst nigga

Don't get yo coofy smacked

White or green pill choose wisely that be that roofie pack

Chillin wit the goose sauce drippin from the roof

Yea they asked about me but none of them picked they phone up

Sayin you the realest nigga

Fuck it

Where the proof at?

I got you some ice

Take a sip of whats in my two cups

Get yo juice up

HOOK (2x)

These niggas be comin on the block

Always talkin bout

Some shit that they not

They be trippin

They be trippin

VERSE 2

I see

Different dimensions kuz time ain't always what is seems

Soon imma go to that island see what that fruit bring

Diabolic

Juice of knowledge

Dressed in black

Im coppin that

I hide the light

I shine too bright

Im fightin back

I lurk in the shadows

Perfect balance

Dance with my demons

Try to touch me that's treason

Cut off yo heads and send em to the warlords . . . . . . . . .