Thank You

From the scales, jails, sales and the drops niggas lasted

When LL Rock The Bells came out, still a classic

Was young still, scoobed on the skill, the silver plastic

I'm chill, but the females feel I'm still a bastard

It's galactic, studied degrees, about to graft it

Mastered, it bugs me to see all the theatrics

Crafted, set career goals recent surpassed it

Streets reps, left in the stress sleeping in caskets

It's backwards, had to untwist it, uplift it, it helps to grip it

Any harm self-inflicted, specifics, spoken direct the dialect

Been designed for the minds with my respect, why object?

So established 80's status, Aziatic

Footwear fanatic, put fear in the average

Mr.Magic, money come, money go

Cigars and Merlot, these front niggas funny though

Hustle mental, to get money, fam, come first

Stay focused, maintain, appreciate patience

Follow the code, stack dough, lay low

Loyalty lay her deep in the roots

It's the truth, still morally, I'm more into Coupe's

Move accordingly, crew all in cahoots

That royalty get orally loose

Prove big boy spitter, don't get no slicker

Bobby Fisher in the mix since I sip more liquor

I differ for doly, hip hop hipster

Rough Denim rocker, fly reebok switcher

Policer, best emceeer, OD'er

Top five, catch a nigga alive in no Kia

Blow cheeba, lounge, pitty the clowns

One with the word Willy, I've really been down

Y'all know what it is, get down, lay down

On the floor face down

It's only a robbery, don't make it a homocide

Back to polly, from cracks to molly

It's the same me that stacked them hundred racks in Raleigh

Shot to Charlotte, wrapped my narcotics in garlic

Whenever hot, had my loot stash box in hiding

Born in the Brook', you either get put on or hooked

Hate the syntetic coke, it took too long to cook

Where the crooks? I'm here, put the kush in the air

Aura rare, skin water clear, they look and they steer

None compare, slipped outta the chokehold

Dipped out on the popo, lick shots for the logo

Dough stacker, jewel dropper, low laughter

Cool posture remind you of no rapper

I ain't done, I ain't done yet

Let me get 'em

Louis mops, too hot to pop shit

Before the props the gossip was on my dick

Did the drops, the tropics and the chopsticks

Water rocks the mink spots in the ostrich

Saw a lot, now I link with akh in the Masjid

Call the cops, that Glock might me on my vib

This how I live my life, what I did

Lover the hybrid, eye low on my eyelids

these freaks are they fuck with voodoo

My niggas do you as deep, leave a meatcleaver through you

Police'll pursue you, you sleep the system'll beat you brutal

Meet the guru, I've been through it, I speak the truthful

My feets are useful, I'm lying hard and my cons the target

But understand that certain niggas they shine regardless

Fine a marker, my nip milk it then keep it moving

Keep recruiting this evolution, peace to students

Keep your eyes open, I'm coming