2010

Huh
I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs

Bet that, head crack, blunt force

Cozy with the east Africans up north

Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law

Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone

Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God

'03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off

Long way to go, we already came far
Story stayed the same, it was never made up

Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it

When the mood change, I'ma poker-face 'em
It's a new day, who got all the aces?
Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead?
Who sit up straight when the roof caved in?

Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it
Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen

Cup runneth over the brim
Bust open, there's no closin' the lid
Drumroll, here go my lil' entrance
Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it

Five O's on me like the Olympics
Pure gold, somethin' told me, "Don't mix it"

Caught a feelin', momma had me out Temple
Not religious, we was really out Philly

Livin' on the fly tryna wing it

We got us a fire to rekindle
Redirect the fight where it's meant for
Triumph over plight and immense loss

Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts
Caught a couple slights and I veered off

Saw another height, had my ears poppin'

Walked outside, it was still gorgeous

Sharp incisors reveal slowly

In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
Uh, niggas still drummin'

Foot shook ground when I stepped on it
Didn't look back when I broke soil
'
Cause every time I did it would hurt more

In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry

And I didn't look back when I broke soil
'
Cause every time I did it would hurt more

Alright
Yessir, this nigga spittin'