Calm & realistic; a product of my environment-
Two thousand a track is what they quoted; I aint buying it-
I’m better than you thought, I was bigger than you guessed-
This money aint nothing, man I was born to make it stretch-
You said they want mainstream with metaphors in the lines-
But my lyrics were rugged, like tectonic plates that grind-
And now I’m on the edge with fire deep in my head-
I was trying to be cool, now I’m a firebomb instead-
My rhymes, my lines, my nickel plated nine-
That I put in my hands and was about to do that crime-
Now you want me to kneel; told me to pray for my sins-
Like you wouldn’t kill; for these streets to take you in...