Wise words from a hustler, don't let no static stop your business
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no nikkas (Uhhuh)
What's sad is y'all won't get it, until I'm lashin' out with vengeance
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playin' cat and mouse with hitters
No, don't ask how I'm religious, for every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday how we pray, gather 'round them chickens
I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yappin' loud to who actually 'bout they business
Ain't no cappin' 'bout no killings, talkin', chattin' 'round no bytches
Take thеse secrets to thе grave, I ain't rattin', I'm not no witness
They want me actin' out or backin' down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it