Lyrics

had not been for your saving grace and your devine mercy
coverage with your prayers these niggas tryna merk me
devil on my back like he was tryna burp me
hoes a drain you out yo life look at em tryna slurp me
back in the day boost phones aint tweet we was chirping
dates with death we was flirting
water over cornflakes was symbolic to hurting
saved 5$ every week for a year it was nothing just to buy the flu games in 5th grade I was stunting
we was claiming 60 but we was far from Compton
this life a give you plenty sence but it was far from common
the artful dodger shaggin women like Austin Powers
cremating cowards
gaining traction and speaking knowledge
they tryna stop a nigga reign like murtala Muhammed
my turban brolick rock solid they in fear of the doctrait
we putting heads on the blocks and we chopping them often
and dollars from the government will supply all the coffins
you niggas two face
I iron out the wrinkles in plans if niggas screw face
please take me back to the dessert storm djclue tapes
when all I wanted was dj drama to host my mixtape (dramatic)
to say the least I come from humble beginnings
dumplings and chittlins couple shuffles with different cousins how our uncles would end them
applying pressure to any others not company if it up then it's stuck wit me
vaccinated the fuckery
infiltrated the cutlery
keep a blick and a blunt with me
let's keep it a buck 50
ran towards the exit razor giving out buck50s slump niggas we don't jump niggas when we bump nigga
vol 2 5th grade taking lesson from uncle jigga till nas destroyed that nigga on ether i changed my speech up
from standing on the block to private villas and beach fronts
rendevous in Anguilla triple distilled tequilas hammocks to kick my feet amongst rap legend elites
I guess this how it feels when steel sharpens steel on the grind for years did it without a deal
now my time is here I'm the man nigga they can't stand a nigga to have success but im blessed