You′re Now Tuned In To A Monster Who Can Turn Your Dome To The Red Roof Inn
From The City Where They Put The Blower Right Up To Your Ear Like A Bluetooth Grin
Take Your Life Away They Don't Have Time To SprayOne Shot Body Drop Peel Off, Knockin Whatever That′s On You That's Weird Off
I Don't Relate To The Gimmick Too Solid I′m As Real In The Booth As I Am In Person
No Colored Hair No Lame Rehearsing
Pain And Hearses
Mothers Cry At Funerals I Hug Them
Slide Envelopes And Pepper Spray In Their Purses
I Don′t Play With These Verses
Talk Is Too Cheap Is Gonna Cost Something
Let Off The Bullets They Can Say It In Cursive
48234 Shit They Try To Trap Me A Side Of A Box But I Ain't Bout That Hoe Shit
I′ve Been A Realist One Of The Hardest Spittin Out The
Dozen Niggas Feel It
Either Respected Or You Niggas Fear It

I Came Through With The Hardest Cosign In The Game
I'll Put Your Favorite Ghostwriter To Shame I′ve Been A Killer
From 7 Mile To Hoover To Pass Coolidge To River Rouge To Far East In Japan To Liverpool
I'm The One Man Gang So Under Appreciated But The Women Be Elated When I Pull Up
Inebriated Run Up Don′t Wanna Let The Gun Buck I Go The Opposite Way Of You Sheeple I Stay With My People
Far Away From All The Smoke And Mirrors You Players Are See Through Don't Make Me Chalk You Out And Teach You
I'll Break Up Your Little Alliance I′m K Bryant Inside His Prime
Cutting Slashing But No Highlights Of Me Dropping A Dime
I Rep The Block And The Grime
I Do It For Those Living That Real Life Bout To Set Up One Shop At A Time That Real Nigga Spittin Shit Is Mine
I′ll Leave Your Typecast No Loretta Divine Now Where Your Mama At