I jus wonder if you can feel the pressure
marvelous plans for ill endeavors
I’m jus a king searching for my real Coretta
as the pot grows,
I jus make sure that my taco, is filled wit lettuce
if not then they can feel berettas/still relentless
I jackhammer these lines on the page
so u can feel each letter
you prayin that I let up/that’s a never
I’m on the rise like yeast, I’m tryna get my bread up/and garnish it wit aged cheddar
and provolone so my crew can feast
trekked thru deep waters, reached the shore removed a leach
you penny pinchin
I’m more concerned wit the return, than the initial digits
I’m not rich but invest in a instant
if it makes sense and it’s to my benefit I’m wit it
make it appear out of nowhere like a wizard
in the middle of a blizzard
on the block sellin fridges
when its frigid
I’ll sell water to a whale
I’ll serve ice to a Eskimo
I jus need a scale
I cooked up wit no cut, now only time will tell
supply and demand, I’m jus tryna make a sale
I’ll sell water to a whale
I’ll serve ice to a Eskimo
I jus need a scale
I cooked up wit no cut, now only time will tell
supply and demand, I’m jus tryna make a sale
I been showing growth since the later 20’s
**** the violence I cater to money
only entertain it when niggaz **** with my pockets then a punch to the socket
I’ll wisen the dumb you take it from me then I gotta bang the side of the drum
the rhythm production is Gordy at Motown better slowdown
you won’t feel the karma until it go round
and niggaz is saying to run it
my growing was proper it never stunted
I face confronted wit my head up and kept it(100)
yea whether I win or lose I kept it solid from the 9 to 5 to the interviews
learn disclipine from employment them niggaz working had the bigger shoes
take a lot from niggaz to wake up every morning shoveling shit so they can be there when kids is late to school
it’s easy to get a kilo and flip it till it make the news
or they stare in ya casket and hate the view
I done gave up narcotic like Ike telling haddie he couldn’t lose her
this rap game be full of these losers
tryna relive a moment where one of ya homies they mothers could turn into users
this ain’t the 90’s niggaz finally coming home from lengthy bids
wouldn’t even kno how to turn on computers
and here you rapping like a shooter only at rims you Dennis Schroeder shit is basura
and my stock at the market I’ll never plummet
you do it I done it no Bragging if it’s public I keep it 100
Full Bloom