when he was on his corner boy shyt is when he shined. you got verses like this and Double Up.
I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fukking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I'm what the people call a menace to the public society
fukk 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me
fukk 'em I'm driving, I'm puffing I'm high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging, my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc, it's time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps
You rolling or not?
The takeover's now, y'all focused or not?
We been ready it's just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm alright with that
Can't be racist 'cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
'Til I'm rich and these mils don't matter
Uh, you n****s follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call'll cost ya
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome, Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my n***a maxed in
T-Money's home and he's never going back in
he sounds phenomenal on that song.