I use to play Tupac when I blazed up weed Shit changed that year when I laced up these I'm that south west kid, just the same as the others I think that's why they all relate cause I came from the slum Now maybe man I don't know I'm just doing what I love cuz Rappers act like bitches, stab your back when you get funds up Strap them Nikies up Strap them Nikies up At school I stayed stoned tryna keep my eyelids wide enough Now I'm on stage and I cannot get the fuckers shut I use to ride my bike to the dealers, hope they'd tick me up Shit changed mention my name amongst kings Forever played the first to make it, you can trust this Fuck wits duck this Cause the cunts sick Step back watch this Mother fucker cause I come with Saddies in my pocket, back stage at a packed show Sketching if the pills are smack, you fucking up the rap flow Then I hear all the bass in the cheers I've been waiting for years, now I'm facing my fears You ain't know how hard I work, make a better man, I love it I am truly something that broke records with no help or nothing Tell em get fucked Te, tell em get fucked My crew is extra weary But these haters never step up See me in your state Extra style with an attitude Rapping got my back mother fucker it ain't having you I'm so stoned, I'm no clone to none of them They know I'm gifted so they copy, but I fucking am Way, way ahead I visit from the future The past was looking shaky, had to come and set the mood bra Don't hate hater, you knowing what it is Hate on god he's the reason you ain't got a gift A lot of shits spit, me I keep it pure And that's why they know me, they don't even know who you are I'mma drop more shit, till I got your bitch on all fours with a pitty and a rot wheelers dick Just for the fuck of it, tell your crew to suck a dick Ain't nobody fucking with the movement that I'm coming with Young cunts I know are doing favours for a ciggie packet Make it worse, they got no morals and they fucking trigger happy Crazy world you're telling me it's a lion's den Leave it to the Kers if I was you I wouldn't try and stand You gotta understand I was fucking made for rap It's kinda obvious stop this track and play it back I'm walking razor back, hill with a razor dacked Still never fake with rap Real this is blainten as In your circles, just a bunch of fucking rap wannabes, wanna be me so bad now you gonna see How these faggots biting, they begging for some spot light Everywhere I go, you can guarantee I got shine ABK crew 225 what I represent Kers one mother fucker You ain't find it better yet