| Shady shit’s what I’m used to, when hatin' no more confuse you |
| Took bites on the hand that fed you, the first and the fifteenths brutal |
| Static around the usual, automatic sounds that spook you |
| Never heard a complaint, homage gets paid by the new school |
| Association got you sick, vomit your way to neutral |
| The more I make, the smarter, Comma’s that made me frugal |
| The bottom’s brutal, got all the talent but time is crucial |
| Your ear was to the street, in the a crown seduce you |
| The cubs will walk around with a separate size |
| In events that require your neck and tie, suit protects the slides in |
| I’m specializin' in enterprizin' and catchin' vibes is my exercisin' |
| You ain’t got shit that ain’t worth jeopardizin' |
| A book of notes that you connect your lies in |
| A few more moves, I’m gon' accept my Heisman |
| Give me a beach, you ain’t gon' recognize 'em |
| You still unheard, you knocked the shepherd’s eyes in |
| New year, more records risin', uh |
| What consequence? There is no limit |
| Manage to shine another dark cloud, hell’s home when you live it |
| What would you do to be remembered? |
| Gates’ll be openin', but only a few will be remembered |
| Only get respect when you give it |
| Will propability and karma both pay you a visit? |
| Is quickness somethin' you can live with? |
| Will nothin' change, you don’t and live it |
| Uh, tough is the wall I came through, resonance is all I gave you |
| The borough that lifts you up near the city of fallen angels |
| It’s hard to see over borders, but flourish, you’re more than able |
| Damn, I miss the O2 '03 models with longer cables |
| They wanna ball and chain Blue, feet up on the corporate table |
| Lookin' down’s a awkward angle, don’t let the performance change you |
| Many tried to walk in my shoes, they all disabled |
| Careful when signin' contracts, their record offer’s fatal |
| I hit the spot and hoes froze, give me my plaque and rose gold |
| I need my love centerfold and money tall as Bobo |
| I heard your demo, no soul, niggas’ll never go pro |
| Recordin' hits like RICO, my favorite episode show |
| I’m in and out the field, Kevlar, all my outfit still |
| Around me, I’m out for chill, best you want a alpha male |
| Million dollar house is ill, this time I reroute Brazil |
| New blood is about to spill, youngin' niggas out to kill (Uh) |
| What consequence? There is no limit |
| Manage to shine another dark cloud, hell’s home when you live it |
| What would you do to be remembered? |
| Gates’ll be openin', but only a few will be remembered |
| Only get respect when you give it |
| Will propability and karma both pay you a visit? |
| Is quickness somethin' you can live with? |
| Will nothin' change, you don’t and to live it |
| Uh, stick to other side of the fence, flip and accept the consequence |
| Aura capturin' hostages, murder without a consciousness |
| The provider of opulence, nigga we’re polar opposites |
| Time’s flyin', no time to flinch, last time tryin' my common sense |
| Right off the project bench, diamond coppin' for eyes to squint |
| Litterin' with your compliments, villain behind a mobster tint |
| They ran the block foreign, gettin' money is a popular sin |
| Dusty niggas with pocket lint suffer too, no spot’s exempt |
| Fame is a scary win, my body count high as the year we in |
| You know they been cheering again, why try to compare me then |
| I’m damn near alien, I pass plug, them can nearly win |
| Been through it all, lucky you get a laugh out me, I barely grin |
| Envy’s your energy, you live with disposable memories |
| Gather up all my trolls and I’ma steamroll 'em collectively |
| No, you remember me? I put them bills on you allegedly |
| My third installment a COTI, notch on my legacy (Uh) |
| What consequence? There is no limit |
| Manage to shine another dark cloud, hell’s home when you live it |
| What would you do to be remembered? |
| Gates’ll be openin', but only a few will be remembered |
| Only get respect when you give it |
| Will propability and karma both pay you a visit? |
| Is quickness somethin' you can live with? |
| Will nothin' change, you don’t and to live it |