We came to takeover, like it or not the grinding don't stop

Until I'm retiring my pops and my mom on a yacht

Then I'm working on the city that I’m from

Where us kings hung, spitting ill verses since we was young

Stayed with cash but never flashed, smarter than the rest of them

Yup, now that’s how it’s done

I remember when I was younger motivated by my hunger

And drive, to straight surprise any nigga on the rise

Closely watching for wolves in a sheep skin disguise

And just in case they plotting off the deep end I dive

While you sleep in I ride, up that latter I climb

Getting better every line, chasing cheddar til it’s mine

You say money can’t buy what? Nigga stop lying, let’s try it

I play the game every week, nigga I don’t by it

How you gone try and hustle a hustler

I been all about my business since David Ruffin was roughing the

Females, since Tina Turner learned to swing well

Man, you better pay attention to details

You don’t know the wars that I’m battling and dealing with

You just think I’m babbling cause you don’t comprehend the shit

Comprehension of my composition will keep a nigga having a pot to piss in

Just so happens I make you want to listen, run and diss him

Aye, well I guess that’s just the way it go

But if you step to me doubting the flow I think that you should know

I ain’t saying I turned atheist believers

But I’m known to spit bars that’s colder than Keyshia

I’m from the city of lost souls where foes could be ya bros

You turn into Sherlock Holmes just to see he right under ya nose

Stinkin’ like what the fuck niggas be thinking

They turn on you so fast I don’t even like blinking

Cause in the blink of an eye

Ya guy, ya right hand man, could be standing on the stand

Giving every little detail of the plan like damn

Thats why my caravan is a band full of loyal niggas, royal niggas

Kings and Queens man we some spoiled niggas

Claiming you the shit well we ain’t fuckin wit ya toilet nigga

You see the 2-3 runs through me

And they try to bring me down cause i been high like cooley

And the groupies, like who he

Well shit you'll never know unless I spit a flow

Or you hear my voice on the radio

Or make the choice to play me though

Cause if you pick apart these bars

You will eventually see some scars

You will eventually see my story as I meant it

Writing as I grow because my life was never scripted

Road to the riches and I’m praying my dreams will meet me at the finish

And then I’m finished

We came to takeover, like it or not the grinding don't stop

Until I'm retiring my pops and my mom on a yacht

Then I'm working on the city that I’m from

Where us kings hung, spitting ill verses since we was young