Yeah these niggas mad cause i'm the king of the ghetto
These lying niggas get they strings pulled like gepetto (Pinocchio)
I was born in harlem but raised in the BX
The through broughs with the hardest projects
I was a hard headed little kid roaming the streets
Till i picked up a pen and pad and listened to flex beats (funk master flex)
In 5rd grade i was knocking all them kids out
I was young and reckless nigga going the wrong route
12 years old drinking liqour smoking weed
I had a jamican connect haze with no seeds
Use to cut class with my niggas hang in the gym
We was lil niggas still tryna bang on the rim
Then i got older the game started calling me
Niggas tried to take my weight but i was brawling b
Now i'm in to this rapping shit bout to end carrers
Cause niggas been writing but aint make a song in years
