I Am Legend

Back With a vengence, minus the big pendants

So they think my head big - but i got the same co-defendants

Rap is like tennis, Why? I'll punch you back and forth;

My ratchet's my racket - that'll back em off

Off with hater head, bury em still breathing;

6 feet in his own borough for no reason

Now thats it freezing, I figure I'll put the coups up;

Get two trucks, wit smokey grey and blue guts, a few bucks, will get you bucked, betta juice up;

Or ride around wit the roof, up cause if not,

We'll snatch you right outta there - get outta of here

Marks on your outer layer;

I'll lay ya down, plus im bout it player - I get where im going without a favor

Without poltics; tricks a free pass, i need cash, in the seats fast

But me, I got to eat - I am a don - wipe my feet;

I don't know what song it is, but i have always liked the beat,

So therefore - it's mine to eat, eat my lambo dust,

niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust, till its a slammer in them cuffs

I Am Legend;

I make mixtape heaven - ya peasent, you dont wanna be the 187, ya done

I break bread in the slums, summer to winter I come;

The switch siders wont work - I tell em get it from them

The nemisis of this;

Your belated christmas gift, they hatin' dont get the Crys;

Paper wont get you this

Fake niggas slit ya wrist, My balance is ridiculous

These old niggas frivolous; you cant be serious

they all on they periods;

might as well make em bleed all over they tight clothing

I pop shit got, got metal for chest;

Just like Logan - Boom - lyric explosion

They can play the club all the time - nobody knows them

Me on the other hand, three seprate law suites are open

Ya smokin nigga, new york city aint jokin

My flow potent - im stronger than a pure block

Warlock, attitude like 'Im the one - your not'

1964 drop, 1982 boy, 2000 and 9 style; you outta the blind now

The best what? over my gold casket; fatherless child bastard

if there is a requirement test then, i passed it, with flying colors;

My flying spur damn there all rim - no rubber, im in

take cover i been, were many wont go, you wont blow,

I toured the world, Im going back - also

Middle finger po po, the punks behind the patch; watch ya back

dont eat cheese chunks; im not a rat

keep pumps and nines back, or get linebacked;

Flat line, line em up - we ballin and diamond up

Im all in and out a slut, nigga get ya dollas up;

Ya proud of what? Nigga you pouted up