Intro - DJ Tazz Mix
I been, mastering the craft this is aftermath
Leave 'em in the lap, feed 'em with the scraps
I say, I love it but its really more than rap
I can't even cap
Freedom from this trap
Work until you perish it's scary
How we, lack the single thought to cherish
Everything that won't be with you when you buried
Karma suture coming heavy
When I want that spot don't let me get a running start
Broke the shackles started gunning like I'm Forest Gump
Preach
Sometimes you don't have to see it to believe it
But you have to see it to become it
I come from a spot where niggas run up on you
Hit 'ya block like Mario and get the 1up on you
Crazy how my neighborhood created all these killers
I'm a killer on the track and they go kill another nigga
Riding old school Chevys like its 1986
Paint it over make a profit newest way of getting rich
Couple pitching out that sand going up and down the strip
You just focus on your plans homies told me do 'ya shit
I'm the man 'na, yea, I'm the man, I'm the man 'na
Tour the land for some grands understand 'na
This is open heart serious, precision made the illest kid
That grew up in the projects but couldn't find a trill in it
I'm gone
Leave 'em in the lap, feed 'em with the scraps
I say, I love it but its really more than rap
I can't even cap
Freedom from this trap
Work until you perish it's scary
How we, lack the single thought to cherish
Everything that won't be with you when you buried
Karma suture coming heavy
When I want that spot don't let me get a running start
Broke the shackles started gunning like I'm Forest Gump
Preach
Sometimes you don't have to see it to believe it
But you have to see it to become it
I come from a spot where niggas run up on you
Hit 'ya block like Mario and get the 1up on you
Crazy how my neighborhood created all these killers
I'm a killer on the track and they go kill another nigga
Riding old school Chevys like its 1986
Paint it over make a profit newest way of getting rich
Couple pitching out that sand going up and down the strip
You just focus on your plans homies told me do 'ya shit
I'm the man 'na, yea, I'm the man, I'm the man 'na
Tour the land for some grands understand 'na
This is open heart serious, precision made the illest kid
That grew up in the projects but couldn't find a trill in it
I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Fisher
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