Uh...its shout out to ramaj boy
You feeling my vibe
Shout to my manager
Boy...
And its a dealership
They be dealing shit
Lifes like hot poatato'
We always throw the blame around
Uh and im cold like a refrigerrator
Motherfuckers can't fester me
I dont know my haters
I got that look in my eye
Like im micheal
And im bout to fly to the rim
Cause he's my biggest idle
I think a lot bout where ill be in 5 years time
Work hard think fast and keep in line
If you get locked up then just do your time
And turn life around like you flipping pancakes
And that will probablly be your job
When you fall out of prison
But be proud of yourself it's enough to live on
You come a long,long way no need to skism
I was blessed to rap thats why I keep to the rythm
Mama said belive and so I did and know I kill em'
With my lyrical hypnosis and my rolex on the side
Wolfgang fan still there's no need to hide
All these rappers like 2Pac still had there idles
Who do you look up to?
Im sure it's not me
Cause I ain't a bragger like rick ross
Im drawing crouds to my shows but that dont mean im a boss(yet)
Still I just sit down and focus
I swarm this track like a group of locusts
And my similes and metaphors are more absorbing than a sponge
Samurai style get that heat like miami lunged
At there title its vital that u keep with it
I dont play baseball but yall know ill hit it