[Intro]

We coolin' and rap music is rulin'

And we stand here and we represent rap music because, um

It's kinda—it's kinda different

It's like the way Rock & Roll was back in the days

The way they wouldn't accept Rock & Roll…

[Verse]

I'm from the lower bottoms of rap

Where they slang Oxycontins and they pockets is fat

From steady clockin', stocking caps over the face

You gotta watch 'em, young thugs smother the strip

Then count the profit—do or die, that's the only

Most are plottin', organized like the mobsters

Keep an eye out for fake friends when you tryna make ends

Meet on your own two feet

Some good ganja in my lungs, now the cipher complete

I hit the corner like a meteorite, late night

I exhale a cloud of smoke and let my mind take flight

Windpipe's like "No other kid could clear, I'm precise"

Give me a second, let me bless 'em with the lessons I write

My intellect gets to flex when I step on the mic

It's seduction, breathe on the track, no interruptions

Streets hot, got the blood in my vein bubblin'

Gun in my jeans, I can't help it, I'm troublesome

I hit the alleyway and see my brother Corleone

Said, "It's about to go down, you oughta head home"

Before I knew it, niggas shootin', I had to keep it movin'

Nowadays, AK's kind of remind me of music

Got these niggas in the shell shock

Every station, barbershop to cell block

Ain't get the memo, then I slip one in your mailbox

Red hot—think not?