I'm about to break some records
Lettin' off like I'm Charles Bronson
I think it's finally time
I really let you fools know
I'll admit some got a cool flow
all the hustle is too slow
I'm off that chronic, it's a new vote
This is high power, that's a ass shoot
We the new bro, rollin' up a blunt,
sittin' shotgun in a blue Benz
Hoppin' out with 50k in diamonds,
In the yard, I got a blue pick,
blue Levi's, blue Dodger T
like the legacy of Eazy -E,
Your tail pocket's still Westside,
They gave me some prescriptions to miss,
Why the fuck you think these fuckers
They hate the way we climbin',
yes, they hate on the ride
Lord, why are we stuck in these ways?
The whole world feels like
got me caught up in the maze
And I feel I can't escape these ways
Aw, shit, this criminal comin' on back
I'm comin' up bustin' like stress
And if they thinkin' of sippin' to this,
I'ma get the rest of the piss
I got this rap shit on lockdown
I like them fools that claim to make it pop,
I got this music in my heart
Class, no judge, no jury,
no fuckin' settlement can stop me now
I'm just a Latin with an attitude
I spit my method from the court,
I give a fuck if I be comin' up rude
I started rappin', livin' this attitude
In a mostly black and with brown skin
I had a lot, about a half a million
Later proved my point to the fullest,
middle fingers to the haters
I'm kinda stuck in my ways
I got stuck with the billboard crime page
Lord why do they hate on my shine?
They hate the way we climbing,
yes they hate on the ride
Fill em up, fill em up with lead
and say I bang all the time
Guess I'm down to lay my life on the line
Lord why are we stuck in these ways?
The whole world feels like
got me caught up in the maze
And I feel I can't escape these ways
Ain't nothing I can complain about
It's just part of the success
Hate, envy, motherfuckin' greed,
guess I see right through em
some of the homies upstate
Some of the homies in the feds,
tellin' the homies hold their heads
Rest in peace to those that's dead, uh
dealin' with some more hate
More issues, more rappers jealous,
It all comes with the success
See you pushin' the next, but uh
I'm preggin' on my enemies
never hesitate to let it squeeze
ever since my first shit released
hottest shit to hit the Lord,
why do they hate on my shine?
They hate the way we climbin',
yes, they hate on the ride
Fillin' my, fillin' my bullets
Lord, why are we stuck in these ways?
The whole world feels like a
got me caught up in the maze
And I feel I can't escape