[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, look

[Verse]
N***as scary, got 'em parryin'
GRIPPER, man, this shit ain't really fair, you took it there again
Heavy is the crown, shit I'm wearing it with arrogance
You say I remind you of who? The comparison's embarassin'
I'm–, look, I done seen n***as come up, I done seen 'em plummet
I done seen n***as catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit
Seen rappers claim they from that zone
And n***as from that hood sayin' they can't come back home
And if you do, yo chain, yo watch, n***a run that, homes
Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home
That's why no matter a n***a whereabouts, that .30 on me
N***as round my way, can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry
They did my n***a, Sm00vе so queasy, that shit hurt, it haunts me
I'm screamin', "Free my cousin, Yam," damn, word to Auntiе
I remember days we were broke as fuck
And posted up in them extended stays
Rock one pair of jeans so many times, I made the denim fade
Started putting pen to page, takin' chances for some winnin' plays
Lord, forgive me for my sinnin' ways
In the bars, MMA, they got Em amazed
Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' with the renegades
Still gon' mix the Henny with the lemonade
N***as still afraid, n***as been afraid
And I'm still posted on Columbia, totin' shit to tumble ya
I told ya, it's the jungle, huh, still
Feel like I got everythin' to prove and they still
Feel a way they never see me lose, n***a, still
Spit for n***as huggin' the block, n***a, still
Still don't got no love for a opp', n***a, still
Feel like I got everything to prove, n***a, still
Feel a way they never see me lose, n***a, still
Spit for n***as huggin' the block, n***a, still
Still don't got no love for a opp'
I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen
Snakes slitherin' in high grass, they runnin' the scheme
I ain't let nothin' bypass or come in between
And now it's lookin' thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez
Hah, these n***as my son and that ain't a term of endearment
N***as threw dirt at me, I still grew vertically
I know it hurt 'em to hear it
Fuck all the courtesy, I need a thirty piece or it ain't worth an appearance
The hoes that was curvin' me hit me up urgently 'cause of the German I'm steerin'
I made my passion my purpose, these n***as cap in they verses
Buddy ain't 'bout that shit and he nervous
IDFT was just scratchin' the surface
Shit a classic, but rap ain't deserved it
Got my feet planted flat on the pavement
Still that n***a that rapped in the basement
Guess I gotta go back to the basics