[Curtains]

E'rybody need 15 minutes of fame, I need 5

But I'ma let my team shine in the meantime

Seperate myself from niggas that speak lies

Elevate myself without gettin high

Went against the grains, the shorty was knee-high

When e'rybody was tryin to get a piece of the pie

I was tryin to get me a piece of mine, then I baked my own

Now they tryin to get a piece of mine

But I stayed on my grind, got me a team

Doubled up on my paper like copy machines

They can't stop me it seems that these niggas are sleepin

I guess they plot in they dreams

But I'ma try to wake 'em again

Cause these niggas is talkin 'bout hard work pays off in the end

Nah; hard work is to make sure the end never comes

Niggas better stick to they guns

[Chorus 2X: Curtains]

I got both feet in the game - it's problems

My niggas got heat, you got beef? It's problems

Don't be nervous, be scared, we here, beware

Y'all niggas got problems, problems

[Curtains]

Martin had a dream, Malcolm had a scheme

Rosa had a seat, I got a plan to eat

So I stay on my toes like camel feet

And just like that Domino's bag, my niggas carry heat

Niggas wanna bury me six feet deep under the ground

So when you hear that thunderin sound

And it sound like the heat still goin

Just know I put a end to they plans like pre-paid phones

I'm in the zone, all alone, don't move me

Y'all niggas groupies or you'll be a rat for a cool G

My county loyal, them boys'll come get you

They'll tear out your tissues, I put a bounty on you

I tried to warn you but it's over man

Now you laid out like floor plans

Got your knot twisted like door hands

The harder they come, the harder they fall

And I don't got no remorse for y'all

[Chorus]

[Curtains]

Yo I told niggas once and I told niggas twice

And by the third time these niggas owe me they life

I'm back with another hit like {*censored*}

I'm dyin to get rich like Alpo

What these lil' niggas runnin they mouth for?

They can't move Kurt

Throw a rapper out The River like Kool Herc

You jerks don't realize the truth hurts

You jerks don't realize the kid raw like new work

Do work like the hands on clocks, I sweep competition

My hand's on my cock so please listen

Speak sense in every line I made

Could be over your head like poem aid, but it's okay

Check this, hold the world in both hands

Nigga I'm ambidextrous, the best since the beginnin of time

And there ain't no bait at the end of that line

If you ain't feelin me, fine