9 Lives

All praises due to the most high
And everything perceived by my third eye
Welcome
Uh huh
And Mr. X to the Z
Listen

All praises due to the most high
And everything perceived by my third eye
I was raised a Jehovah's Witness
Found quickly nothing was in it
Fuck that organized religion
I'm a soldier with a vision
Addiction was not an option
Give me a fighting chance
I'd fight any nigga and drop him
Yeah, I seen motherfuckers get mutilated
Separated, disintegrated
I barely made it
And that shit don't make me tough
I'm tough cause I chose to live after decades of fucking up
D.O.C. my favorite rapper
Is there really an afterlife
And if so, can I smoke a backwood (shit, I hope so)
You motherfuckers don't want none
Gatling, I named my own son after a huge gun
That means I'm really with the bullshit (don't waste no time)

All praises due to the most high
And everything perceived by my third eye
I was raised a Jehovah's Witness
Found quickly nothing was in it
Fuck that organized religion

I was raised in a white hood
But I'm scary and very ghetto
You could call me M. Night Shug
No other white people could
Hang with my affiliates
I gangbanged way before the internet
And if it was ever mentioned that
There was evidence
We didn't just get to sit and press
History
You motherfuckers think I'm a mystery
But if you don't think I'm on a mission to make history
Y'all clearly weren't listening
Because this is the one (puttin' work in)
My eleventh album
This is the fact
Yo, I gave on the track with Xzibit
I'm still spitting facts
And if you bitches think this is an act
You don't have to listen to that
But you might get smacked
Because I've lived in the trap
And I've lived in a place
Where they don't even listen to rap
They only listen to blues
Because it brings them back
And the music hurts them
Because they are a different person
And if they had followed the butterfly effect
In the right respect
And I kick it like this
Put them all in check
I go acapella
I won't stop till I tell ya
I got nothing to sell ya
I just rock with the fellas like
I was Rockefeller but I'm not P. Diddy
I do it for my city
Even if they never give me no time of day
They say rhymes don't pay
But I'ma find a way