So hard to get ya people on the same page/
U learned that watching School Daze/
Established a pallet now I eat eggplants/
And every get money n***a got a bread dance/
Sweet beach wrote my name in the sand n***a/
Went and copped a vaporizer from a sand n***a/
The meantime I be moving with a plan n***a/
U n***as tryna hustle for a band, figures/
Heavyweight is the brand n***a/
That lil thot she was fuckin all the band members/
Pbg we stay throwing up our gang signs/
Especially when the world fall on bad times/
U say u get it prolly couldn't pass a math test/
Never banked at a Ace Cash Express/
I was meant to play a different role/
I had to cash checks against the liquor sto/
Lil street n***as working on they finger roll/
U n***as acting like the Prince thats what Semi know/
And while u chase yo whack bitch with patunas/
All hail the real king of Zamunda/
A lil dough make the hoes go hysterical/
My soul glow like I was Coming To America/
I kno alotta n***as, they dont kno alot tho/
Took a trip we was heeming in a alcove/
My n***a brother went copped a guest house/
And a main house, while rest drought/
Thats the shit u better try to learn from/
Still remember in East Texas shot my 1st gun/
I feel like Wu Tang Im the abbott/
Treat everyday like it was the Sabbath/
Treat a hood bitch like Paris/
Eat cabbage/
Eat radish/
Just some trill shit that u can live by/
Fuck pork Ill never eat another ribeye/
Walked in the trap got strapped cause everybody got a gun/
Uh oh uh oh uh oh/
Plus I did a rap that was strictly catered to the slums/
Please listen close rats stay focused on yo cheese/
Its alotta good folks that never made it out the Ps/

Rest in Peace to Eric Garner/
Tell ur honor/
Enough n***as lost they life on a corner/
Thank God everyday he work thru karma/
U would never have to work, if u became a farmer/
I know a boppa wanna sing like Aaliyah, Ima coppa car the windows made of armor/
I used to wanna rap like Pac did/
Smoked til I was burnt out like my Pop did/
I used to just watch till I hopped in/
Catch me sleep, Fear God, Waynes eyelids/
Shoutout to Luda he ain't never send a check/
Been running thru his hood, on n***as necks/
The Bird Streets, out west, we intersect/
Dont act like u never seen real n***as on ya set/
They whole crew is just french fries/
Jesse Is Heavyweight Im like 10 guys/
Get ate/
Now we all can get straight/
Eat with solid gold teeth from a solid gold plate/
Thats Food!