What I Leave Behind

I know you niggas can't stand it
When I finally get the green in pockets
I'm change in the world
Like Captain Planet

I don't worry about the rats in my seller
Sniffing around for the cheese
I'm worried about my kids grow up
Getting punk'd by the streets
And don't take it from me
I'm leaving a legacy
For both my kids to plant seeds
For their own future

And If they come to me
I'm taking over like management
And reinvesting into new companies

I broke it down
Towards all of my brand new investments
Handed memorabilia down before
My kids surpass adolescents
Life after them was a blessing
From what I helped bring into this world
Man they both share my essence
I got rid of the past
So I can strongly focus on the present
No longer holding onto resentment
I was feeling a little convalescent
I had to make a few minor adjustments
As I chiropract'd my way outta Antidepressants

I'm surprised myself that I'm still alive
As I dug my way out of the trenches
And now I'm back with some weapons
Imma be everywhere around the globe
Like carman SanDiego
In other words
My nigga I'm omnipresent

Left a package of the steps
Man they paid me In severance
Imma wrap it up
Your lucky I gifted your ass with my presence

The flock always bows down to the king
Including the peasants
I'm Reload a few bucks shots man
I'm counting seven

And aim it back at them niggas
Like I was hunting for pheasants
Lay it out on the table
Like I was folding linens

I keep the piece John lenon
When I squeeze it
I'm juice' em out cypher seeds into the crowd
Like I'm picking off lemons

Summer time vibes
They got me off of my Def jams
You swear I was the eye to the Apple they mistook me for Russell Simmons

Even if I was plowing my seeds
Into the earth
My legacy will grow on
Until the next one gives birth
Shit I know my own worth
Been struggling with this music shit
Heavy is the girth that I've gained
I know the truth hurts
But if I didn't clap back with my music shit
Current events and situations
Would be much worse

Like the time I got caught stealing change outta
My mom's coin purse
My sins were building up
Moms forced me to go to church

I'm a mystery like DaVinci
When he painted the Mona Lisa
Catch me on the line and put' em on hold
Like I was ordering pizza

I'm bringing the hammer out
Like it's hot and ready
When I turn the speakers up from
Out of the whip
I'm Burning rubber like Andretti

I said Y'all niggas weren't ready
Chef boyardi cooking up the pot
You better wait in line
Cause I ain't talking spaghetti

I'm a mastermind
With my own time
I take the time to polish my rhymes
And paste that mother fucker back into the line

Steady is the balance I have
When I'm on my grind
I never talking outta my ass about
What I leave behind