[Intro]
Uh, check it, uh

[Verse 1]
Give me the word and I'm wit' it
Word on the street's they tell you I'm all in it
Paid by the minute
Make dollar signs off run off sentence
Weigh up the digits
The crime rate's gettin' tremendous, it's fuck a gimmick
My mindstate's fully cemented, uh
I'm takin' orders in chronological order
My higher aura filters out idiotic distorters
High soarer, star limits, aiming high with my bright gift
Price shifts when I write rhymes tighter than a vice grip
Every day is a celebration, so I might sip
Throw 500 dollars to the waitress on a light tip
Front on the number seven then the pipe lift
I'm guaranteed to make the sale with the right pitch (Uh)

[Chorus]
I'm layin' down iron fist laws
Make a proposition, my environment's raw
Hustlin', hustlin' 'til retirement calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
I'm layin' down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment's raw
Hustlin', hustlin' 'til retirement calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
[Verse 2]
They shootin' n***as with they hands up high
Peace to my n***a Fuu, he's a stand up guy
Hand on ten and two, watch the man go by
I say a king's prayer 'cause one day all kings die
In the land of the free and the home of the slave
I brought a Armalite rifle just to go with the gauge
MAC-10s, fifty-clips and hollows to rip shit
I'on know how to pick, I just go with the big shit
Everything I do is either legend or myth shit
Eatin' rappers' food, I treat this game like a picnic
Let inspiration pick the topic for me
Your whole life savings to a n***a like me is pocket money
Fuck bein' cursed, 'cause I'd rather be blessed, bro
It's best for you to just replace your hate with respect, tho

[Chorus]
I'm layin' down iron fist laws
Make a proposition, my environment's raw
Hustlin', hustlin' 'til retirement calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
I'm layin' down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment's raw
Hustlin', hustlin' 'til retirement calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall