[Intro: KR]
*Natural Disaster*

Somebody better tell 'em
I'm tired of you whack ass n***as know you hating ass n***as like me
I heard you talk that shit all day trynna get like me

[Verse 1: KR]
Yeah I'm back, the trendsetter
Flow high with no sweater
Passion for this rap, fuck around and write love letters, I ain't
Banging the game and slanging the caine but I promise
N***as watching, it's time for a change
When I pop that chrome, it's two black's gone
And now these n***as dead, it's funny how your homies is enemies when it comes to bread
Fucked up world, you ain't fucked up you lost some
When I lost these girls, it just turned me into a boss so now I'm back with my shit
I ain't pissed in a bit
My tolerance is getting short cause you n***as don't come or quit
Lost soul that ain't been found they drop jaws when I'm around
I just pray I got enough talent to hold my city down
But I leave that in god's hands I ain't bowing to no man
From a block where n***as shoot and they selling the crack in grands
Momma told me that my dad said that I was a mistake
Now eightteen years later people bumping my mixtape
What a blessing, n***a get off your ass get on your job
Got family and friends that's praying to god that I pop
But until that day come, just trust that I'll never stop
But you can do the same shit, so I'll see you at the top
Wassup, yeah
I'll see you at the top, what's up

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