Authenticated

Gangsta & a gentleman
Used to rock the 501's with the pendleton
I was chopping up work for the Benjamins
Serving shit like I'm playing at Wimbledon
Task hit catch a rush of adrenaline
Hit a gate then escape to my tenement
Shoe box where I stash all the dividends
Gotta separate the fake from the genuine
(Check game)
I was raised by them older guys
So my demeanor as a boss come as no surprise
I figured out a plan & got in overdrive
Sometimes you see it clearer when you close your eyes
I started from the blacktop
Graduated from the weed to the crack rock
Jumped out the dope lane before the last stop
Spitting game using pain as my backdrop
Traded in my triple beam for a laptop
With the Pro Tools
And a mic where I rap about the old school
I'm expressing how I feel & what I go through
Shout out to Ricky I been sticking to the old rules
This ain't Mickey D rap this is soul food
Never let nobody play you if they owe you
I've seen young dumb niggas turn to old fools
I can't buy them wolf tickets that they sold you

You know it's rules to this thing we live & die by
You either gone play the game with honor
Or you gone pay the consequences for not sticking to the code

Gangsta & a gentleman
I got direct connects so fuck the middleman
In the organization I hold position in
Top rank got bank cuz I'm a businessman
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
When you OT play it low key
Gotta watch ya back for the jackers & police
It's no love in these cold streets
Shit gets hectic expect the unexpected
That's the only way you gone stay protected
I could leave the game & remain connected
And even if they hate they gotta respect it