[Verse 1]

Look I'm on a war path

Tell the opposition

Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions 

But keep the hate coming 

I love the criticism 

But understand I'm successful by my own admission

I never had shit 

But a bad bitch 

Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average 

If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses 

A dust head nigga from jerz I wouldn't grasp it 

Questions you can ask it 

Teamed up with the classics 

Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it 

Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle

Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle

Got more now then them few g's when I hustle

Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you 

But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on 

They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong 

I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone

I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned



[Verse 2]

I tried to told dudes way back in 02 

That eventually the game would go back to being soul food

I mean soulful while everything is woeful 

I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool

But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him 

Fell the fuck off I won't mention him  

Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him 

Phonte back out I guess nigga pumped sense in him 

They when in pumped slugs in my little brother 

But dog I still love little brother 

This other guy ain't know whose dude 

Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth

How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear

Heclif ain't scared of the old me 

The nerve of the young fork

Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe 

Nigga bank account got one o

He could snort lines with his dick and won't come dope 

They stringing you along 

Don't take it and try to jump rope 

Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory 

Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry 



[Verse 3]

Mic check

I need it to be known 

I'm grown

I'm on some next shit 

I'm thinking oil money, Texas

Not a necklace 

You gotta to shot at mom dukes

Before the techs spit

I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did 

Music with a message 

But I'm no back packer 

Some vengefulness in me 

But I'm no back stabber 

No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her 

I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster 

Was insecure growing up 

Niggas laughed at her 

Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter 

I told her give yourself the hay suss so 

Next time that chain you up you can brake through those 

Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose 

Gotta get you where you going might take you slow 

Maybe bend 

But never let'em make you fold 

Except your short coming baby 

They gone make you whole 

I'm gone