Voicemail:

"Yo, what's up? It's Dynasty, calling to check in with you. Yo I've been working on this joint, I wanted to run it by you real quick. You know, see how you feeling it and all that good stuff. I know you know, the project gotta be fire. So I gotta make sure I come correct. So, anyways I was like;

They noticing her in passing
The beautiful assassin
Who's she is what they've been asking
And what is it she's masking
The way she's been acting
They know there's something with her
This music thing is a passion
But they don't seem to get her
Been in it for a long time
Before the recognition
Everybody being Bobby
Don't want no more New Addition
No vision
Cause trauma to your ocular
Please yall
Stop making stupid people popular
They want the real
But they worship the manufactured
Their food is all GMO
And their artist is full of plastic
I'm killing it in this rap shit
I know and weknow...

Aye you know what? Matter of fact, Ima just leave it right there yo. I'll see the rest when I see you, I'll spit that when I see you aight. I'll link with you in the studio later, one!" - Dynasty

Introduction:

We interrupt this broadcast, brought to you by the seven. If yall listening to this on the hardcopies, you're about to finish the first disc. Meaning you're half way through the project. And if you're streaming it, then you're half way through the project too. Vibe with me

[Lead In]

And I ain't gonna ever gon' apologize
And I ain't gonna ever gon' apologize
And we ain't gonna ever gon' apologize
And we ain't gonna ever gon' apologize

[Verse One]

I came up in the mothafucka holding my dick
My angel's singing from the mountain top
Of gravy and grits
The Amistad was my departure of purpose
I'm flipping the bird on em
Sipping from a corner of curbs
My n***a swerve on em
Poppa was a gangsta
From them Old School days
I got a dollar and a dream
A couple 40z for your pains dawg
My Black people
We unify for the sequel
Kill em softly
Your purchase of purpose
Is not of worth to me
I'm staring out of the same window
That Nas was looking out of
I'm cruising out of the block
Waiting for Pac up in my rear fear
My grandma just had a stroke
And I'm hoping
That the universe will bless her
With enough life
To see me on that television
My family coming a long way from nothing
But you doubt him
You foolish
I'm probably your favorite rapper's rapper
When it's all said and done respect the purpose
Cause now-a-days
Yall singing to these underage women
Like Jared Fogle
What the fuck

[Chorus]

One time for the people on the block
Steady rocking
My single mothers
My single fathers in the projects
And two times for the people in the scene
Keep your hands up in the sky
If it's deeper than the cream (2x)