[Intro]

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, look

[Verse]

Niggas scary, got 'em parryin'

GRIPPER, man, this shit ain't really fair, you took it there again

Heavy is the crown, shit I'm wearing it with arrogance

You say I remind you of who? The comparison's embarassin'

I'm–, look, I done seen niggas come up, I done seen 'em plummet

I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit

Seen rappers claim they from that zone

And niggas from that hood sayin' they can't come back home

And if you do, yo chain, yo watch, nigga run that, homes

Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home

That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts, that .30 on me

Niggas round my way, can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry

They did my nigga, Sm00vе so queasy, that shit hurt, it haunts me

I'm screamin', "Free my cousin, Yam," damn, word to Auntiе

I remember days we were broke as fuck

And posted up in them extended stays

Rock one pair of jeans so many times, I made the denim fade

Started putting pen to page, takin' chances for some winnin' plays

Lord, forgive me for my sinnin' ways

In the bars, MMA, they got Em amazed

Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' with the renegades

Still gon' mix the Henny with the lemonade

Niggas still afraid, niggas been afraid

And I'm still posted on Columbia, totin' shit to tumble ya

I told ya, it's the jungle, huh, still

Feel like I got everythin' to prove and they still

Feel a way they never see me lose, nigga, still

Spit for niggas huggin' the block, nigga, still

Still don't got no love for a opp', nigga, still

Feel like I got everything to prove, nigga, still

Feel a way they never see me lose, nigga, still

Spit for niggas huggin' the block, nigga, still

Still don't got no love for a opp'

I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen

Snakes slitherin' in high grass, they runnin' the scheme

I ain't let nothin' bypass or come in between

And now it's lookin' thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez

Hah, these niggas my son and that ain't a term of endearment

Niggas threw dirt at me, I still grew vertically

I know it hurt 'em to hear it

Fuck all the courtesy, I need a thirty piece or it ain't worth an appearance

The hoes that was curvin' me hit me up urgently 'cause of the German I'm steerin'

I made my passion my purpose, these niggas cap in they verses

Buddy ain't 'bout that shit and he nervous

IDFT was just scratchin' the surface

Shit a classic, but rap ain't deserved it

Got my feet planted flat on the pavement

Still that nigga that rapped in the basement

Guess I gotta go back to the basics