[Intro: Julius Luciano]
Yo this is Julius Luciano
Horseshoe Gang, C.O.B
West coast up in here
DJ Far, let's get this

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
Now you got me right beside ya, now you got me right beside ya
Now you got me right beside ya, hopin' you listen
Got you payin' attention to my ambitions as a writer

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
I grew up poor, fuck it, I thug it, whores love it
But the Forbes cover, I'll covet until I'm Warren Buffet
A cloth more rugged than yours, I'm torn from it
Sore subject, my life was a bitch, or was it?
More like a blessin' in drag, more like life lessons wearin' a mask
Nightmares in the past kicked me right square in the ass
But I caught a fair one with life and now success is right there in my grasp
Let me explain, my father he left me in pain
And poverty, but my heavenly father he blessed me with game
And talent, now I'm destined to sketch me a lane
Up out of this hell, when I paint the lessons I gained
I transformed into a Tyrannothesaurus
My gargantuan vocab will trample your fortress
To shambles, I'm on some hammer of Thor shit
But how can my talents put me on the actual Forbes list
So this is my ambitions as a writer
Envision a survivor writin' writtens for a cypher
With intentions of lynchin' other writers
To one day be mentioned for title contention like a fighter
But he ain't got a lot to live for
Not to mention a pot to piss in, so he's as driven as a driver
Cuz rap's the only way he can escape the prison that he lives in as a lifer like a mission for MacGuyver
So it's not just the luck of the draw why I'm fuckin' raw
Rap is my hustle, I hustle hard
I'm like catchin' your erect step-pa fuckin' your mother
Cuz I'm the hardest motherfucker you ever saw fuckin', I mean fuckin' saw
And I use the term writer loosely
Cuz for this recital I use neither loose leaf nor pen
I got that all ready flow
The pen is just the middle man that leaks info I already know