[Verse: C Will Do]

Ayo!

Take the beat and smash...

Then dash

Please don't be last

To witness the greatness of C's past

By past I mean the had the has the did the should

The truth it's proof engraved in stone

Now I'm on

Light switch up

Through your peace signs up

When I'm gone and leave the room

Leave the broom

Don't sweep up my dirt

It's undoubtedly worth

The gold cross swangging on your shirt

Uh

You best believe nigga

Cause you don't believe in Jesus

That's why your chain is as fake as your steeze just

Go back to me

Been rapping since I was a preteen

Back when airs where in

Along with white tees

My dad was a fallen angel to me

Allah praiser but he did not have mercy

Used to come at me like Muhammed Ali and his name is Mohammed, what irony

Asshole to no degree

Had a degree but wasn't smart at all to me and actually

He acted irrationally

For a college graduate

Gradually trynna come at peace

With this new life since he put down the 9 piece

No dark or white meat

Girls I prefer the white meat with the frame of a sista and the brain of Asian geek

Cover like Ronde

Cutting like Tiki

Don't need a Barber

Line my own shit free

And my words stay flowing like Fiji

Grab your canoes and stock up on your wheaties

Tide's coming in

Check your local listings

But back to the big screen

He Had me feeling like a suicidal martyr

Kneeling to the east behind him at the alter

Imam Muzzamill

"What a great father"

I don't even know the name of the man's daughter

But he did teach me the grind and showed me the line

That should never be crossed

Unless you're trynna make a dead line

Bitch

I go pork rinds

On halal beats kicking lee rhymes

Leave you niggas in defeat

Deadbeat like my dad in most ways

Getting left at the flea market all day

Even hustle rubber bands away

Left with a dusty table and a stack of money

Hahaha touché

Seems like everything is cash motivated these days

Paper chasing 'til death running the wrong way

Burning through the cream too fast like it's brûlée

And then Allah huakbar on payday

What he'd say to a grade A

But fuck it it's a new day

Traded away the jalihbil

For a pile of kill

More dollar bills

Recognized my will

Now I found my skill

Leaving all tracks Emmett Tilled

To the docs trynna pop me with the pills

To the faking kids saying that I wasn't ill

Even chops they can pickle on my damn dill

And mom I can do it

I told you that it's real

Just trust me and I'll bring back a mil

And y'all will neva eva hafta to go without a single meal

And bills, what bills?

(Heh) Ma I got it Chill

To j dub I know I missed your stub

While I was "too busy" trynna be a fucking stud

But did you really do it?

Did you hit the strip club?

What's up Rel?

What's good bro?

I did what you said man

I try to keep it hood bro

Cornered by enemies

It helped for your young bro

I know you told me no but the drough is my mojo

Mich what's up?

I heard you balling up

I heard you calling up

No excuses

But my cell phones been dialing up

Hit me back in a cup-

Couple moments

To all the friends I missed man

You hear me rap and own it

Like my totaled car which didn't have insurance on it

Still got drive, determination on Rooney

Ducked in the shadows like my last name's Kony

Had to get my voice right

Y'all know it sounded it phony

Now I'm stilt walking on a big pony

I'm done!

(But the battle's never won

The battle's just begun!

I'm done.)