[Verse 1: Explicheat]

From my streetz,it's da name of explicheat
It's da master of the low key,explicit cheat,explicheat shit [?]
I was rapping since the school of the little infants [?]
Witta richa fooling me,I throw up my middle fingers
I come back to my house:it's my neighbourhood way
I'm strapped with a AK and not afraid,low lay [?]
With my homie Wigle,Cuzzi,Ritzhouse,Skeet and XYZ
Now we gotta label studio on the street,n***as can't see me [?]
Down the streets of my neighbourhood: "N***a what?"
My n***a writes "Fuck Da System's On",Clean the wall!!
Don't fall in a circle like two mirrors
You'll run from the cops!Yo,they think they're some heroes [?]
It's the crazy Explicheat n***a witta Glock,Uhh
I met my G's and we shot the new top [?]
The old Zoom buncha,they're selling me another bud
Another street of my G's and my n***as open fire