Tryna make that old money/ but it's cold and the roads bumpy/
so if it goes hit the floor dummy/ can't take my soul and the flow from me/
watch me go up in/ give you crack not up your nose but the cokes coming/
you can find me kinda early/ riding kinda dirty/
got some lines inside my jersey/ and a couple of x/
and a nine you try, u heard me/ you want trouble who's next/
cos i'm just writing rhymes and working/ tryna double these checks/
yet all these mighty mice keep lurking tryna fuck with the s/ t
hat I got up on my chest/ cos when I bust i'm the best/
born and raised in a ruff place/ where many are tuff days/
want avoid altercations then it's better you tuck chains/
a waste to call the cops becos the red and blue such lames/
they never do much mayne/ except sweat you for chump change/
while every fuckin' day another dead on the front page/
cos most in a space where it's hard to feel anything but hate/
but where's everything just great/ find that and show me the place/
i've said this but now I mean it, i'm back, the shoulders rip chains/
cos I don't waste time bitch/ so if hip hop's alive it's time you faced i'm it/