[intro]

Sendin this one out to Babda

No doubt indeed, where that weed

You know what i'm saying?

That old real shit

[verse]

I ain't got a strap on me ion need it

I'm chilling while i walk around my city

My swiss army knife is enough with me

Just showing it makes you run from me

On corners fake jiggas tryna look like thugs

They ain't real I can tell from their chenille tracks

They be throwing all them money in slots and gambling

But they don't realise that they losin that paper that they spendin

Out here it's so wild but we ain't in Serengeti

Here it's so hard to see a future and no one can get it

Between broke people and chic ones, crazy people and shook ones

We on the block chillin and smoke blunts

As long as people don't interfere with my business

Imma keep pushing this rap is like an illness

Time is illmatic and we can't have it back

Value yours and I put mine in this rap

I hate big industries and their clientele

I wish they could all burn in hell

Imma see the male advantage real soon

Without anyone helping me, without silver spoon

My 6 inch wheat timbs keep me warm

Under this dark sky you have to earn your reward

Then people can see what I'm capable of doing

Spittin rhymes on this beat like chewing a chewing

Gum, and no one can say they're gone till the dawn of the day come

And I spawn from the dark and you run my dawg bark

And i'm out