[Verse 1: LHD]
The style that I hone is my own, authentic
These rappers ignorant, looking and sounding like gimmicks
Heir to a throne pictures imprinted, via them hieroglyphics
Gold around my neck as my ancestors did, they Egyptian
Like the cotton threads on my back
That smell of great chronic sack admire that, Diamond clothes and diamonds froze I'm not a cheapskate
See these minor details about me, make your bitch want to chop it up like cheese steaks
While we get baked, stare at a man-made lake
Conspiring how long it probably take to make
Shit I spit life from the other side, because I've seen them both ya boy been died
Pupils dilated you can damn near see whats inside
A n***a that's tired of being lied to, described how I'm just trying to fuck
She let me slide through like she supposed to
I fucked her friend left her scared, now she want a dose too
She like to drink Pepsi, but coke is what her nose do
I know its strange that I hang around dames with vices
Who live life without a care and no licences, like where the hell is they going
All they know is get high cause sober boring
In the summer they just hope it keep snowing, know what I mean though?
This shit should've been printed movie screen though
Drinking champagne out a vintage glass on a speed boat
Duffle bag filled it up with cannabis, a look-out just to check all the parameters, the coast guard could be jamming us
I was born a kingpin hence my complexion
Presidential "rollie" on I hope I win the election
Hanging out the window waving at brauds at the intersection
Yeah its Bill Clinton, got her smitten, panties off in half a minute
Smoking Bruce Lee and that Henny swigging got a n***a head kicking
Lead foot while the gear shifting headed to the next mission
I live life fast call me Paul Walker, I know the flow dumb cause I been smarter
Growing a field I'm a chemist, I love the actavis my model bitch fill her prescription then she hit me off with it
Flow so cold that the mic should wear a fur
Who is that? It's LHD the n***a that's fly, and hella high with the soft slur
What you know about a n***a from the Burg, tryina to get it out the mud and off the curb
But at the same time living life on the edge
Tryina to duck the feds and SLED
Tryina to get money and lay his head, for real
[Bridge: LHD Speaks]
Man I'm just trying to eat man, and n***as is....
You know what I'm saying? N***as is stopping that shit and you know
Once we get to the top it ain't going to be no more of that because, you know?
N***as will be all the way out the way, they'll be eradicated FRESH out the picture
And then it'll be a lot different, n***as with real lyrics can thrive n***a
Get the fuck out of here!

[Verse 2: LHD]
So many police on my block its got to be a sin
Old head feeling our pain this the same shit that they was in
Its fucked up how shit plays out, tryina sell this whole thing before the sun go down finesse the world my n***a
No time to play around
Its fucked up how shit plays out been fucked up since my first day out
I'm still trapped in the same pot struggling looking for ways out
Believed in my music n***as thought I was foolish but look who slave now
To nine-to-fives flipping patties, dropping fries
Used talk down on me now look who done switched lives
Mama funds can't save you now! I been out here putting shit down
My pops said, you want to run your pockets up
You got to run the town, kick the weak while they down
Exhaust them make them throw in the towel
I had these psychopathic views since a child
Grew on his own terms, hung around the older crowd
Saw them getting money, started selling loud
Got to carry a .50 cause n***as toting fire
Tryina sell this whole half a P, before the sunrise
Screaming TVE out loud, la la lala la