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If you know me, always kept it real in the streets
Vicious flows, impeccable ear for the beats
I speak my words clear you bump em deep in your Jeep
And when you close your eyes probably hear me deep in your sleep

I make the kind of music make you creep on them peeps
Give ya a little boost when you need the release
Most these rappers out here I like in the least
Making wack music for my son and my niece

I was raised on NWA and Eazy-E
CMW and King Tee was the shit to me
These dudes don't even know need to check they history
If you're talking bout Pre-2k, it's all a mystery

This is just some grown man rap
We used to own that trap
Sipping on the juice I don't condone that
You're dumbing our kids down, you need to own that

Where the fuck are my OG's?
We need a committee, man some dope MC's
If the Lox run for office then I'd vote for all three
Jadakiss for President, right-hand is Styles P.
Sheek like them Haitians I put him in foreign relations

Got a problem on the Shaw? Doughboy got ya back
But I only sign with Cube if he brings the Jheri curl back
and oh yeah Dre, we about to box
Ima hold my breath until ya drop that Detox

But that'll leave me Blue in the Face
Why Nipsey Hussle should've dropped you in his place
If MC Ren was here, you could kiss his black azz
Just because you fly flags don't mean ya get a pass

So don't let me see ya go running to your Mama
Cuz my crews like a zoo, we just short a llama
Like lambs to the feast, I'm leading ya to slaughter
Got love for my son cuz I aon't got no daughter

Now y'all just yearning to be, eternally free
While I'm just burning this weed, hop in the V
Summertime shop in the streets
But in the summertime you can get shot in these streets

Real like us, on the real who feel like us
Fight and fuss, cream like us tonight we must
And if you never sleep dogg tell me who's dreams you trust
And of you ever creep, tell me who's dreams you crushed

And now that my Mama is gone
It means that I can bring the drama even when I am calm
I feel like there's nothing even left to lose
But I got my little man and he's watching my moves

My Pops ain't got a clue he couldn't walk in my shoes
And if pop 6 at Drake it wouldn't be for the Views
Granny always worried might see me in the news
Bluebird on my shoulder while I'm draped in the County Blues

Now that's true