Detrimental to they innocence, I'm in this bitch

Rapping not only for mine but for your benefit

My greed is creed born sinner, originist

Trying to get every single dollar by the individge

By the end of this, I'll either be your hero or your nemesis

Mixed race supremacist, kicking shit

Listen up and reminisce of times simpler than this

Deal with it like you got balls or bitch like you a feminist

Quit the shit talking niggas, often how I'm killing shit

Just because your lenders late, and your bills are pissed

Negative notions cut open, I spill the mist

He had balls after all but he was still a bitch

These fuck boys mistake kindness for weakness

The bleakness that leeches beseeches and reaches

Each and every one of us leaving some of us speechless

But some of us get blunted up and come up with these speeches

Peaches, is what my State's famous for

And the "beaches," I say that like I'm Spanish brah

I'm in my motherland, the world of coke, the world of hope

The world of nope it's no promotion from these heinous fucks

The pain it comes, and arises like a latent sun

I'm baking up more since my nigga Baker jumped

Sometimes I want to hit the street, and get the base to jump

But get to thinking I ain't Scarface just face it chump

After all a scar's a mark made and nothing more

I'm catching feelings bout some feelings I got nothing for

I'll probably just wake up tomorrow still fucking poor

I got a good girl but still feel I need a fucking whore

What do I do? What do I say?

I'm making moves, I'm making pay

An eighth a day, and that's the minimum

Who would've guessed that bragging's in my goddamn curriculum

If you ain't down with it, nigga then back off

I'm goin down with the ship and this my black-box

I guess I'm just a crackpot on this track, ock

And you just hit the jackpot with this crack rock

Prejudicial to they motivation

And give no fuck bout how they feel while I'm quota making

I'm only busting after provocation

So go ahead if you crazy make your proclamations

My hoes is waiting where your hoes is located

On 3 hits of acid and of dose of that Satan

I'm living life like life giving a second light

Given my type, I'm obliged for a second try

These hoes hype, I'm like a legend who they reckon fine

Beckon mine? You must be "Clueless" like Breckin Myer

It's breakfast time but I've eaten all your fucking plates

I could be depressed and your bitch still give me that fucking face

--"Intermission, light your blunts up"--

Born a General, all I know the top of ranks

I've touched a pound for every nigga say he offing weight

I got a song for every bar that Big and Pac done made

And one fucking gold tooth like I'm Shabba Ranks

Rob a bank, cop some dank and never leave the house

The A my cage, I'm a dog and I can't leave this pound

You can lead a horse to water but can't be they mouth

Or ease him to the source of water just to freak him out

Your hoes love my wood I guess they chose the beaver route

Thicke like Robin's dad I take it back to the Seaver house

These niggas steady holler, "Jah" but they ain't seen The Mount

I got these dirty hoes screaming like they seen a mouse

I got these thirsty hoes screaming like they seen a fountain

And yes I'm going well like S-O-L ain't never seen the doubt

Fill the pews with reviews, nigga bring em out

That's more fuel for me rant, rap, and sing about