I'm lookin' round, all I see is a
Bunch of mini me's
My lil boys

Yeah, living legend, I came up in the H-era like Scooter
Niggas can't fill my shoes up, I guess the work they serving too cut
Steppa Hall of Fame, I leave the game, they hang my shoe up
How you hate my guts, but got your plug from sayin' you knew us?
That dissin' get your views up, but
Eventually, It's gon' get you up
If your rap's real, you in the field, a jeweler, at least give you two hundred
I had paper before the new hundreds, the pandemic and rap money
Don't shit on your hood when it's all good, it's gon get back ugly

My third or fourth Track'
A Mexican stole it, I took it back from him
They ain't even get to strip it, three, four hours
Like they rented it
I ain't no stealer, I'm a Spinner, I ain't no driver
I'm a killer
Niggas fraudulent, I'm official, niggas robins
I'm Val Kilmer
When it's robins and True Religions
I had power like I'm 50
I had powder like Mike Epps in
How High and his assistant
On the street, niggas be demons
In the Fed car with the Christians
I pray to Eric forgive lil Barry
I don't know the issue, I hope they fix it
All I know is I ain't 'bout no snitching
I don't even need to know the specifics
I asked Bart Simpson, What's Wrong?
He told me: Nothing
Don't tell me different
Then he had dawg drove fifteen
Hours to see him, gave him a nickel
RIc said, Boppa did a proffer, made me cry
I hope he didn't
Everybody on the case supposed
To send their transcripts, no biggie
I just wanna know who wore that
Wire and I stood on the stage with me
You ain't stupid, you got a better
Chance playing traffic than playing with me
All my circle, dead or in prison
Closet thing, I had to siblings
If you mad at me for wanting to
See black and white, I think you
Trippin'
I ain't never went against it
I never do it, never did it
Can't a dollar me switch, this
Shit unlimited like I print it
When my love had one of my sons
I cleaned the blicky, forced to
Judge to dismiss it
I'm probably first rapper, platinum
Lyrics and system Fentanyl all in it
In loving memory junkies died
First few times cut my heroin with it

Yeah, living legend, I came up in the H-era like Scooter
Niggas can't fill my shoes up, I guess the work they serving too cut
Steppa Hall of Fame, I leave the game, they hang my shoe up
How you hate my guts, but got your plug from sayin' you knew us?
That dissin' get your views up, but
Eventually, It's gon' get you up
If your rap's real, you in the field, a jeweler, at least give you two hundred
I had paper before the new hundreds, the pandemic and rap money
Don't shit on your hood when it's all good, it's gon get back ugly