Refrain - #Database

A lot uh crews don’t get it

Money that is and if they do they’ll spend it

MK2 technics I was spinning

Back in days scratching the Jadakiss killing

Verse 1 - #Database

Kiss the game good bye the reason why is so appealing

At 13 I was iller than most teens beginning

I flow streams delivery proceed to spill it

With mo(re) steez, than liberty tax teens

Who feel that with most things, they needa get mo(re) cream

By spinning them sale signs forget it, grab the mic let me spit it

Inglewood is my village, im just uh part uh percentage, a common artery

Still in the heart of the city chilling

Where ya lighters at? Fuck where my fighters at?

Real niggas who inspire cats

Real women who inspire rats

Early birds who inspire bats

One time for 'em light a match

Verse 2 - TRW

Live from the seven one

Eye of the heaven young, guy getting bread up

No smiles in my area --

Views from the Mariott, juxtaposed, only hustlas know

How the mustard go

Timbs with a russian coat

Acting like you seen him

Who you actually believe in

If the devil is a liar and moneys the root of evil

I spend it all on some alcohol, and a chick to share it

She either in Blowfish heels or black and white elevens

Slight fetish with airports, suitcases Excedrin

All of its such a blessing for a kid comes from my setting

Fifteen spitting shit mean out in spring creek

All my sixteens when i was sixteen would blitzkrieg

Any emcee, spitting empty

F80 M3, feeling like clint east

You would understand why the people raise their hands

To the heights, the prince of the night, let light --

Refrain