[Intro: Ted Mills]

So, so, so, so grateful

You are my life, my love, my destiny

And I'll always be—

[Verse 1]

If hip-hop is dead, guess I'm the remedy

[?] smokes, bottle of that Hennessy

Shout-out to people tryna keep me from my destiny

Got mad bitches but I only fuck with Stephanie

Got three kids, I thank God for Him blessin' me

Six-Eighty-Five, I'm reppin' that till the death of me

Advise you got your will signed if you gon' step to me

I'm Samoan like the cats who run with Eazy-E

Keep guns close, always ready for war

Don't be actin' like I never swung machetеs before

Poetik Suspеkt, always rock steady and raw

It's real life in the city of cells, get on the floor

Gimme the combo, Diablo, keys to the whip

You know the code to the streets; sole, pay your ticks

Better show respect; only females gossip so don't act like a bitch

Or claimin' that you got a man, you ain't got shit

Look, I'm the best since Scribe so I'ma keep it alive

This for the culture; pass me the brew if it's cold, chur

[Interlude]

And even if it ain't cold, I'm from Apia City, bitch, where we drink that shit warm

Vailima time all motherfuckin' day

Check this out

I got it out the mud, I came from nothin' (Nothin')

I came up, bro, up

You hatin'? What up

By any means necessary (Run it), Malcolm X shit, bitch

[Verse 2]

Get it by any means, eatin' better feta cheese

Said I'm from the colder parts, bolder sharks, 'phetamines

Blocked hard, chromie, you ain't know about the pedigree

Blunt squad, homie, middle finger to my enemies

She told me "Spit on it" before I rip it

Yeah, I'm a raw MC

This beat vagina, I'ma kill it

Don't talk to police; info, I don't spill it

Rather do the time; half of these fools ain't got spirit

These days, I'm livin' fearless

But the rest of you bitches just catch feelings

I be gettin' to the money like a motherfuckin' bank

Online shots spiral, you only shootin' blanks

Not a rapper; more like Nat Turner with the burner

Do it for [?], Breonna Taylor's right here

[?] your point, [?] movement, Black, Polynesian

Shiny shells across my chest like Huey Newton

Yeah, I'm here spewin', daydreamin' like you really movin'

But you ain't really movin'; bitch, you barely the movement

Bitch, you need some improvement; what the fuck is you, stupid?

I ride my own waves, you pussies are Susan

Poetic justice in the streets, this shit is exclusive (Exclusive, exclusive)

[Outro: Ted Mills]

I'll always be in love with you