Gotham

Niggas who use to pump packs, Got the pills
Now, Bitches Got it from the back now they kneel down

Real foul niggas us to rat now they squeal now
Bitches will talk behind your back and they real loud

Gotham City, you might of been around midtown
On my Avenue the park at pretty Real Shitty

Where the feins be nodding off real silly
Panhandlers do not show pity

Shoutout to Eastside, Shoutout to the BeeHive
Shoutout to all my hidden pockets in my Levi's

Shoutout to all the black newspapers and Bean pies
One more for all the niggas who got their feet dry

Try some new shit, My shit exclusive
Still on my 96 show me the money clue shit

Nigga got to a Billy homie showed us the blueprint
But some don't got that kind of money to stock blue chips

So nigga now what, gotta build from the ground up
To figure how make the money pile up

Nigga started with Baking soda and powder
Now it's control medication over the counter

Fast money Big Timers with cash money
Sipping on mad bubble hooking up with Babs Bunny

Wishing life could be that lovely where could sit back comfy
And Rack a couple thousand Stacks monthly

But trust me I could beat the odds
When I spit to the beat it goes hard
Raps Version of Steven Seagal(Can't be touch)

You rappers been sounding like Chico Debarge
Another freak ran off with a piece of your heart

Niggas is all prey come and meet with the God
If shit ain't Ok then we could reach for the arms

If shit ain't ok I make them reach for the stars
Could make your reach your full potential
I'm a beast with the bars nigga.

Bass D.O Dalingo DA Language
Same shit Flow hot cannot be extinguished

Besides my own name flips
I came in the spitting them phrases
Most Street niggas can relate with

Where I'm from is like the matrix
Niggas in plan clothes buying work
turning out to be agents

I say that to say this watch who you slang with
Who you hang with rep with who you bang with

Just felt the need to address it
little niggas running around naked reckless

Listen up you adolescence you had your lesson
Class is in session
They looking for a way out getting bad direction

Only headed for the crossroad or a correction facility
Where not enough women be

You need your five senses, Cause if you smelling me then
You feeling, but whats your taste cause niggas ain't
seeing me lyrically you hearing me.