[Verse 1]

Won my first battle, I ain't never been the same since

Now suddenly everything makes sense

It's like I can indentify a snake's stench

And recognize the fragrance of a fake bitch

We got husky investing this stock money

Somebody tell Slug I'm not ugly but God loves me

I've been blessed, I'm handsome and I have talent too

I spit fresh, if you're yappin' then I'ma act a fool

I would skip test to get head back in school

I had them chicks wet as a ship-wreck, I bagged a few

Yeah, I snatched a boo, she had my pants removed

Acting like her hands are glued to my family jewels

Don't be mad at me... I ain't mad at you!

I'm just tryin' to get your ass to understand the truth

You got a little liquor in you and an attitude

Bitch I'll hit ya 'til you get the picture, like a camera crew

Flashing on 'em, we use force if we're threatened

While you pack a condom as your only source of protection

I go to war for the neighborhood, in Portland I'm reppin'

It's respect, you would do the same if yours is in question...word

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[Verse 2]

You know my style, I'm from St. Johns, Portland

Try to hold me down but you can't stop Jordan

Nah... I'm from a town where they ain't got wardens

But them cops rob us that's why we aim Glocks towards 'em

People duck down when them straight shots soaring

Till they hit the ground like rain drops pouring

Unless they hear the sound and it may not warn 'em

I just pray God helps the pain stop for 'em

It ain't a cakewalk tryin' to make guap scorning

On the same block, same bus, same stops touring the city

Yeah, recording this history

Cause if you ask me, my music is important as any

I mean, I don't wanna have to sell piff to them fiends

Then see my roller come to a stop, like Christopher Reeves

I ain't Superman, just a music fan in a blue sedan

Tryin' to get some loot in hand, you know who I am — Tell 'em!

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