This is my mind and body at the apex, Skin of a moor that made abundance though he was gave less, From the jungle I can show you where the apes rest, Unfortunate few yelled out uncle while the streets tried to break necks, Intermissions limited, If you live in sin you can’t take rest, Wore latex bagging work just in case the place swept, Ain’t slept wasnt a mattress just dirt and various taste tests, Tool by the gate kept, Somewhat of civil order, Question? Will you book it when you hit the border?, Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes ended up giving quarters, Free all my blood who got concrete as they living quarters, Palms reach on scarred plexi for estranged sons and dismissive daughters, The game won, This shit is sordid, The sane ones get they shit and bounce, Insane ones stay where they were brought up, Consider me the latter I’m tryna lift my order, Tryna lift my order... You harbor feelings and they stroll to ya area like a promenade, Engineered by God but the fear installed all my momma game, Admittedly I never had sights on the hall of fame, Old age would be nice take delight in hauling canes, Slave blood in our father names, And still at the precipice, Only 2 directions when you tryna exit cliffs, Walk back on your fight or take flight into the endless mist, Purgatory or Hell there aint no Heaven when your skin is tint, I need the block, I need the ward, I need more, I need my people to stop falling for they accords, Herd out the weasels and cut mistakes they done caused, Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars, That’s law... This is more than a verse, It’s an introduction of where we walking on Earth, The scorched ground and the corners we lurk, But we found blessings even if we been lost since the birth... Church

Hustling morning to evening, Can’t try only do’s, When you quarter to E and, Your baby cries for some food, This part of the reason, The palms got residue, Part of the reason, The palms got... Hustling morning to evening, Can’t try only do’s, When you quarter to E and, Your baby cries for some food, This part of the reason, The palms got residue, Last thing you can say is I aint got resolute Ghost told us the devil planted fear, I took that, Built my fire now they can’t hold a candle here, I look back, At all the time we shed damaged tears, Only a fool would lose sunshine over chandeliers, Show you light and the path before us, If I cared what crackers told us, Wouldn’t be as fire as Krakatoa, used to split dimeys now we spilling Clicquot out the Rover, use to split pennies now we looking regal when we show up, Lo said he wanted revenge for our forefathers, When the gavel bang equivalent to more slaughter, Tried to pull a thoroughbred down but I’m dodging all they Horse collars, I make the cut anywhere like a tour barber Felt they pressure, But I upped the ante on myself, Won’t be no asterisk next to my belt, A nigga thats black as shit gon’ be the one you felt, What’s understood aint gotta be spelt... Hustling morning to evening, Can’t try only do’s, When you quarter to E and, Your baby cries for some food, This part of the reason, The palms got residue, Part of the reason, The palms got... Hustling morning to evening, Can’t try only do’s, When you quarter to E and, Your baby cries for some food, This part of the reason, The palms got residue, Last thing you can say is I aint got resolute Half as lucky but we twice as good, City officials won’t help but them vices would, When you don’t got it how you supposed to get, Your pops is gone and you gotta hit ya bro on phone collects, So we had to save face and move back, Made it swing all through the city like just like a new jack, Look at these buddy buddy niggas like we don’t do that, Moving the block like Jenga, D-Tecs asking questions and only response is who that, Cuz we all we got when profits non-existent, But them wolves’ll wet your head up like toddler’s Christening, I know you fed up cuz the pot to piss in getting smaller but problems didn’t, And the palms opposite of itching, No chimney but we had bricks in the attic space, Fortune through the fire went legit off the addicts taste, We never said it was right but it was made for us, How else a shot ‘pose to look when you play the scorer?

My nigga don't rush, My nigga just walk slow these people they watch yours, My nigga don't rush, My nigga just walk slow these people they want yours, Tell my nigga don't rush, My nigga just walk slow these people they watch yours My nigga don't rush, Told my nigga don't rush.. I been sitting in, I been sitting in my mind tryna figure how Imma shift the wind, Cuz these bloodsuckers making all designs, And they not tryna let niggas in, They not tryna let niggas in, Then motherfuckers act benign when we split your wig, When it's time to split your wig, Pay for my salvation tell God I need a loan, Run it like Thibodeau, First 48 the beat, Finding peace is give and go, It's in your hands and then it's not, It's in your plans and then it's not, Never a chance, never a shot, Failed in the mission, These streets they filled with conditions, I ain't gon speak for them to half listen, What's your route when words exhausted, One day it's the furnace then next the faucet, Trust that our future wins gon be your losses, Told my nigga don't rush..

Far as surprises I seen most, So I’m ever prepared where the shift go, Niggas can’t compare, How they dare step out feeling Citgo, You gassed till the flame make ya shit blow, Talking that talk in booth without a payphone, See it in your iris you want to trade bones, Cuz the wallet look like I’m holding day loans, A novice frets but I’m good, What I net will make a nigga feel gross about his take home, They chasing checks I’m trying to chase the code out the mazes, Never untouchable they even gave Jesus facelifts, Squares in ya circle, You gave em all a chance to shapeshift, Need the fakeness and BBS’ to trade places, My skin on par with VVS’ in bracelets, Of course they want a nigga for his color and clarity, Godbody the heresy, Put you out like a jay son, Stall ya plot, We the Argonauts, Can’t compare the fleets, Pears in Belize and agua fresca, We keep the drama lesser, Your nearly started get turned into dearly departed from hot compressors, You not no pressure lets keep it simple, Rubbing on my queen tryna figure out the tempo, Terry cloth on the beam while I clean the pistol, I ain’t a machine just a man that moves alike, There ain’t a plan I can’t do right, I think therefore I am I bring all my moves to life... I’m better cuz I have to be, We ain’t complain just rearranged all our travesties, I’m better cuz I have to be, You start where we from you not even amounting to half of me From imagined to the actual, Discern the patterns from the factual, The nerve of these niggas to act as if we wasnt ones granting passage through, A sea of troubles but we made it through the blackest blues, A few solider still caught up in a dead spot, And shooters giving out fresh boxes like deadstock, Careful the ear you lend, They pretending to friend, Lessons in the trenches was my Ted Talk, New whip look like a Megazord, My bread on the spore, Clearly Deem the better moor, My style known underground like when Dapper Dan peddle velour, Settle the score, Talk of the town, Switch my roster around like bedroom decor, I fed em the source every night, Informed them of they light, I ain’t a God just a man that moves alike, There ain’t a plan I can’t do right, I think therefore I am bring all my moves to life I’m better cuz I have to be, We ain’t complain just rearranged all our travesties, I’m better cuz I have to be, You start where we from you not even amounting to half of me...

Spill my soul and it’s back to the action Had to remind them why they ask for compassion I’m still a honcho And running off my past is some traction Far from a capo You liable to yap to the captain Free all the live souls Dodging all the parrots and Iagos Heard your shit bull in the hood like Murcielagos I watch the sky wishing for a sign or thunder rain From the color gray to sunny days Peace to the hustlers who made it even if a hunnid ways Didn’t pan out You can stop action but never have my tongue in chains I hope the son I raise or daughter Know that they never the mistakes of they forefathers Had to demonstrate like a sit in just to stand out No handouts My foundation bringing more solace About facing toward all my promise Been insured that it’s ours The path is long and true, It takes some more time when you acting off your proof, Say salats for them trapping off the stoops, You only boxed when you let em see you lose The path is long and true, It takes some more time when you acting off your proof, Say salats for them on the ave with the boots, You only boxed when you let em see you lose It aint a question of the time we on, Mix the piff with mystic ambiance, When we slide it’s on, The K fucked my shooter shoulder he need the tommy john, If you had a shot then it’s prolly long, Morals debatable when you low on pampers and baby food, No Santa’s sliding and tiny violins play for you, End up in a black box or body on the cable news, Say nothing in jest, You can’t play the fool, You know we pumping still, No wonder if I end up seeing a hunnid mill, Stunners left the feathers dripping outta his 700 fill, I heard directly from niggas lips we the ones to feel, But wouldn’t be surprised if they whispering we ones to kill, Who would I be to deny them that, Fill they hearts and watch them nod it back, Went from sleeping on the stylo to niggas being all insomniac, What you call that black? The path is long and true, It takes some more time when you acting off your proof, Say salats for them trapping off the stoops, You only boxed when you let em see you lose The path is long and true, It takes some more time when you acting off your proof, Say salats for them on the ave with the boots, You only boxed when you let em see you lose

To be honest I’m truly feeling unfuckwitable, Clearly all my sonics got everybody on pivot moves, Tell you they love it but they hated since middle school, To no surprise niggas in booking mic’d like a interview, My sights on a different view, And a different reach, Feds sweeping but the drop switch on a different week, Red leaking on the block, Shots leave em missing teeth, Protect my soul from the misery, Cuz when it rains it pours and lately all of my days thunder, But its peace, Do my pushups and apply shea butter, If you ready to take shots then prepare to take cover, When I shoot back its no letting go like Wayne Wonder, I saw, I saw niggas clinging to desperation, There was hiccups in my plans but never stress or hating, Don’t Genesis no shit just for your soul to meet a revelation... The Game Is The Game was the first joint I showed you what change bout, Gave you prophecy on World Sport and yall all lamed out, Its cool tho, Cuz if I kept my feelings in kudos, Wouldn’t be lined in silver like sayings bout rain clouds, What you saying bout K now, I make art, I don’t makes sounds, Can’t change heart even if you arrange styles, Shit aint been same since my breakdown, Embraced the change and still managed to make it ring like exchanged vows, Thankful that this rap shit is effortless, Remember the trap outta Irma, Fiends was fucking with the needle like a record skip, When drama rise you not outside, You pedestrian, Rap scene ESPN, Cuz I gave em more 16s than NCAA brackets, if we talking mules my chick move the whip like Danica Patrick, Its hard to lose when you popping like old gaskets, Now they on the tunes following my lines like close caption...