Intro

I got a banger it isn't a strap, it's what I'm spitting I'm blazing the track
I've been gone for a minute, I've finished I'm back
I've done finished my time, ain't no getting it back
All said and done it's a thing of the past, I got a present the shit isn't wrapped
I just got me a fade I ain't rocking no cap, got a memory gap where my memories lapsed
You know what it's like? Does the shit ever last?
I traveled the map I done ran a few laps, time to pass the baton like Moe said we on
Time to get it I'm gone, been committed so long
That my rhythm is strong, my flow is the bomb
I ain't talking Sadam what I spit is napalm with a mic in my palm
And some tree in a Dutch, not referring to Von I don't mean to be blunt

I'm sharp as a blade, I'm a shooter with aim, how the hell do you think I developed my name?
By riding the bench, no I've been in the game
I done ran a few plays, I've been moving my legs
Since I ran in the streets now I'm switching the lanes
Cruise auto pilot I'm flying a plane to a different dimension, an alternate plain
Where everything's different, ain't nothing the same