1 for the beat

2 for the real

Right cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill



For all my peoples in NY and SA who blessed me

A gas face to all those who still wanna test me

3 for the fans who already know the name

4 smacks to all wack niggaz in the game

5,6,7,8,9,10 for the flows

'Ey yo Len, drop it to zero, this is how the story goes..



Drama, so close to not completing the missing piece of the puzzle

Quit again, in again, drop suit be following

Swallowing prod like porn stars and money shots

I'm hitting ya blocks, spinning as heavy as SUVs doing 360

I'm ready as ever, over due like the rain in New York

Sustained a steady fan base, but you still don't know me

Hold me in your highest regards, I'm your homie

I relate it's personal, nothing fake, read me - wait, I'd rather dictate it

Relay it to you on a deeper level

Kick off your shoes and light your Ls and talk and get to know each other

I'm Jean, honorable team player for years

Emceeing on the low, in videos devoid of the hoes

For sho' it's crunch time, I'm the one they sent to piss your label off

They won't fuck with me, unless I'm parading and taking it off

Nah man, executives, con mans

This record is too hot to get pushed back another minute

It would burn a set control well admit

You liked it when the first bar dropped

In less than one second she's already spitting

I need ya'll, you want a change? well here it is

Let's stop complaining, make it happen, everybody step up your game

'Cause everybody's stuck in park or reverse

Letting the media choose your path and rape you, market you less than you worth

I was gonna throw your towel in

But honestly you cats deserve some better music

Plus, come on, what else would I be doing? Shit..



[Chorus]

(What, what, what would I do?)

If, like my people said, "I left it to you"

(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)

If I didn't try a verse, if I didn't rhyme

(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)

If I just hated and did nothing to change it

(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)

Hell no, that could never happen



There's so much further to go

I feel like Mindy Cohen doing the One To Grow On

Yeah I'm old school, 40s and high tops

Triple Gooses and Travel Fox

Huaraches and Blow Pops

I'm down to earth but still dreaming

Peace to Skeme Team and all of my niggaz on the come up

Apani and Lyric, we gon' take it there

The rest of ya'll just taking up space, and you don't even care

It's like you started eating Thanks Giving dinner without saying grace

I whisper a prayer for you

'cause you cats are lost and probably not gon' make it back

Fuck it, it's more for me I guess

So please don't stress it

The best is yet to come

This is just an introduction

I'm 'bout to have niggaz madder than big titty girls who getting breast reductions

The purpose of my function is to smash, simply put - trash you

Until you cry "Uncle mercy", wander aimless in this concrete jungle and curse me

There ain't a need for verse three I can feel it

That would rob you of your man hood, and I'm not into stealing

So tell me..



[Chorus]



Ha-ha, yeah man... And it's only the beginning...

Better choose sides now.