Leonidas
Product of my environment
Drug deals and violence
Grinding to make sure jail or a bullet ain't my retirement
No sleep in the chamber
Pen sharp as a razor
Mad scientist cooking poison for the haters
Watch em' die slow as I generate this paper
Gold and stocks, real estate, multiple acres
They said I wouldn't make it
Words from those that are basic
I'm a king
Since conception I was destined for greatness
Pops held me up up like Simba on my date of birth
His first words were you're royalty
Always know your worth
Never let em' trick you so I study every move they make
Hunt em' down like I was drowned in Camp Crystal Lake
Back from the dead
Eyes red with a thirty eight
One shot
No shell
Send em' to the pearly gates
Ain't playing with you Rappers
This for killers and the trappers
When I retire they gon put my banner in the rafters
A Jedi master from the dark side of N Y C
On the M I C
A dream shatterer
S M G
My whole team filled with savages on go time twenty four seven
Targeting characters
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
My homie Tango put me on to trees at an early age
Thirteen rolling up owls in the stairway
R.I.P. Dee
Gave us phones and a A K
Told us let everybody know you youngins don't play
Let it spray
Get your life lost if you hesitate
Fill your plate
Where you eat your food ain't where you defecate
Can't play Checkers snakes are out to checkmate
Strategize to survive
Hustle hard and stack cake
In the jungle dance with wolves
Move with apes
Shooters pull up let it go disappear with no trace
Got to read the signs or get traced by a white line in N Y
Every second on the clock is crunch time
No sunshine
Just grey clouds
The aroma of Loud
Fending off infidels that want my crown
In the town with my old Mac Eleven
Rusty 007
Ready to go for my reverence no exceptions
Study lessons
Left by the older Gods
Follow street protocol
Keep it 100 Never talk to the law
Once you put your word on it got to stick to the course
In the jungle got to pay the cost want to be the boss
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
Drug deals and violence
Grinding to make sure jail or a bullet ain't my retirement
No sleep in the chamber
Pen sharp as a razor
Mad scientist cooking poison for the haters
Watch em' die slow as I generate this paper
Gold and stocks, real estate, multiple acres
They said I wouldn't make it
Words from those that are basic
I'm a king
Since conception I was destined for greatness
Pops held me up up like Simba on my date of birth
His first words were you're royalty
Always know your worth
Never let em' trick you so I study every move they make
Hunt em' down like I was drowned in Camp Crystal Lake
Back from the dead
Eyes red with a thirty eight
One shot
No shell
Send em' to the pearly gates
Ain't playing with you Rappers
This for killers and the trappers
When I retire they gon put my banner in the rafters
A Jedi master from the dark side of N Y C
On the M I C
A dream shatterer
S M G
My whole team filled with savages on go time twenty four seven
Targeting characters
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
My homie Tango put me on to trees at an early age
Thirteen rolling up owls in the stairway
R.I.P. Dee
Gave us phones and a A K
Told us let everybody know you youngins don't play
Let it spray
Get your life lost if you hesitate
Fill your plate
Where you eat your food ain't where you defecate
Can't play Checkers snakes are out to checkmate
Strategize to survive
Hustle hard and stack cake
In the jungle dance with wolves
Move with apes
Shooters pull up let it go disappear with no trace
Got to read the signs or get traced by a white line in N Y
Every second on the clock is crunch time
No sunshine
Just grey clouds
The aroma of Loud
Fending off infidels that want my crown
In the town with my old Mac Eleven
Rusty 007
Ready to go for my reverence no exceptions
Study lessons
Left by the older Gods
Follow street protocol
Keep it 100 Never talk to the law
Once you put your word on it got to stick to the course
In the jungle got to pay the cost want to be the boss
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets raised me
Enrolled in gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Urban, Jose Enrique Montes
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