Late 808

You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate

Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me

So when you see me come up, freeze

Or you’ll be one of those 7 mc’s

Reflect upon greatness, embrace it to your balance

Ultimate awareness comes from when you seek the truth

See, life is a journey, plans and patience

Know that you’re worthy, transformation

You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer.

That’s like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever

I’m a menace to society

But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me!

After the date, Ima want to do the wild thing

You’re talking lobster, I’m thinking Burger King

I’m representing for the gangsters all across the world

Still hitting them corners in them low low’s girl

I’ve been nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets

and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker

I’m a heatseaker with features that’ll reach through the speaker

and murder counter revolutionaries personally

It’s time to stand together in a unity

Cause if not then we’re soon to be

Self-destroyed, unemployed

The rap race will be lost without a trace

I’m alone but my tone is a sharp tune

Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom

Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture

In 3-D is a G coming at you

I love a young lady that’s beautiful

But one that’s smart for me, is more suitable

In other words, to make it simple and plain

You gotta have a brain in order to be Ms. Kane

Now we livin’ better now,

Gucci sweater now,

And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,

See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions.

That’s why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin’s.

Dead right, if the head right, biggie there every night

Come with a nice young lady

Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie

Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie

Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a

And battlin’ me is hazardous to health,

so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself

Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid.

I’m walkin’the path that Allah made

Now we livin’ better now,

Gucci sweater now,

And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,

See n….. get tight, when you worth some millions.

That’s why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin’s.

I said, “Cheer up,” I gave her a kiss

I said, “You can’t have me, I’m too young for you miss.”

She says,”No, you’re not!” then she starts crying

I says, “I’m nineteen,” she said, “Stop lying!”

I’m investin mils on a hunch over lunch, puffin chesterfield, who wants to test the real scandalous?

Can’t pay my rent cause all my money’s spent

But that’s okay, cause I’m still fly

With more power than a spark plug

Termite cause to live wire

A rhyme writer that spit higher than split fire

We street fighters with kicks tighter than Ryu

I started off with too much cargo dropped four n….. now I’m making all the dough

Talkin’ bout who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot

You’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots

All we want to do is party and bullshit

Best friends and money, I lost them both

Memories don’t live like people do

They always remember you

Whether things are good or bad, its just the memories

You tell your parents that we’re going out

Never to the movies, just straight to my house

It’s time to spend my thrills, custom spinning wheels

I ain’t drove in a week, them b…… spinning still

Talk about me cause these suckas scared to talk about me

Killers talking bout me, it ain’t no talk about me

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

When laws were stern and justice stood

And people were behavin’ like they ought ta good

Actions have reactions, don’t be quick to judge

You may not know the hardships people don’t speak of

It’s best to step back, and observe with couth

For we all must meet our moment of truth

To show you what type of stuff I’m on

You cant puff or sniff it

Because I was born with it

I push a slick Benz, I’m known to hit skins

And get ends and commit sins with sick friends

Look at you now huh cant talk with a gun in your mouth huh?

Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again

Fatten my plate again, y’all cats know we always play to win

The system break man, child, and women into figures

2 columns for “who is” and “who ain’t niggas”

The feds is watchin’, niggas plottin’ to get me

Will I survive, will I die, come on let’s picture the possibility

I don’t claim to know much, all I really know is we were 17 once actin’ like we were immortals

I’m a travelling man Moving through place, space and time

Got a lot of things I got to do But God willing I’m coming back to you back to you