Intro

I aint tryin to fall vitcim to the haters

Just trying give you my life on one piece of paper

Mama

For they take me let me tell you one thing

Ya baby boy is a soldier and i run things

Sorry i didnt become a doctor or a lawyer

High as hell

Going to school with the sig sauer

Its hard to figure whos real and whos counterfeit

Streets love ya boy im like the president round this bitch

Each summer

I sat and watched these niggas rise

Watch these niggas fall

And watch these niggas die

Watch these niggas grow

Watch these niggas multiply

Im talkin bout these pussy niggas real nigga till i die

You can call me the mozart on these streets

Conduct a whole fucking symphony on these beats

Bay area stand up

You got the right to do it

Its a little bit more than the hyphy movement

Who gon' pull my car

Who gon' call me out

Im in the game now you gon' have to haul me out

Who gon' bust that shot

Who gon' pull that knife

Im seen everywhere and i aint never tuck my ice

Im that nice

Ask ya lil brother

Ask any rapper thats been on the source or xxl cover

Theyll tell you im nothing less than the truth

And tell you ya boy is a beast in that booth

The truth gotta be told

I tell the whole world

I know ya tired of the same old song girl

I sat at home and watched game bring the west back

I told him to put half of california on my fuckin back

Half of washington

Part of nevada

Give me every city from portland to tiauhana

Let me carry the west too

Ya boy put his heart on every single track just like the best do

I dont never run and hide like the rest do

I stand and fight

Got my gun and my vest too

You heard the name before

You know the name ya boy

There aint an mc alive that i cant destroy

And missed the bus ive been rapping since my teen days

Black wall mix tape

Xxl freepage

The source unsigned hype

And one skee tape

Now i bet them labels come runnin like a freed slave