Intro

Lets start the show, for those who pimp and ho
Pushin Os, a blank frame, put a verse where the image go
I rememba late nights, writin 10 to 4
Tryna spit my fuckin writtens with a different flow
I'm still young, but it seems many years ago
No dream team: me and C, it was years before
On every beat I find I try to let my feelings show
Or spit a rhyme bout some shit they neva spit before
And this the intro, I gotta let you know
If its some garbage shit, I kick that shit write out the door
With all this garbage shit its hard not to lose control
Niggas losing, god for glitter rap and now they lose they soul
Its just a little nigga from Lemoyne and Latrobe
Spend my money on the dro, only fuck the hoes
And in this play called life, god act in robes
Alota kids got daddies that they'll neva know
Tryna help em grow, got arrested sellin blow
See my heart tell it all like Edgar Allen Poe
And sometimes the high can't stop the feelin low
But see it helps with the rap like a Christmas bow
My rhymes deep like the Alaskan Christmas snow
But yet I'm shallow as a pool that only wet your toes
I represent two thing that at times oppose
God and the devil and I still ain't chose a road
A pebble strong enough to make you drop a heavy load
And I don't where no shirts, I keeps my chest exposed
Bustin shots that I'm tryna get death to hold
Could make you lean like italics when I'm writin bold
And still be writin right until they cure the human cold
A bowl of chicken noodle soup sittin on da stove
So til the day comes, where you don't need to wipe your nose
You can feel my triumphs and also my woes