A stranger to the underground and the Hall of Fame,
Don’t belong anyhow, I ain’t got a lane.
And I couldn’t blame you if you thought I wouldn’t be around cuz up until now I had thought the same.
Watch the boy avoid the crowd like a Walk Of Shame,
All that noise does is cloud an exhausted brain.
Pure focus, the score should’ve broke us but I’m proud that even when we was down, we never lost the game.
-It’s still A if you forgot the name. Bomb after. Combat contractor.
Reach for this star, you gon’ get your arm fractured
By the author that transform bars like John Taffer.
Last of the proudly plastered stacking revenue,
just enough left in the legacy to end a few,
The current King from Kennedy to Creditview stepping through
Best believe if anybody get it, I’mma get it too..


and I did it for the heads who listen
Skip the fortune, awards and the recognition
Bunch of big shots aiming for the glory
I’ll believe a couple pages in the story but
the rest is fiction
-Figured face tats might deflect suspicion?
Sorry killer, your whole click Barney Miller
Autotuned catalog of bullshit and party filler
Long as kids acknowledge the gold, y’all can all be silver
Gorilla in the mist since they want smoke
Sometimes loose lips get a jaw broke
guess a few sniffs of that strong coke
Gave mans the right to use wits with the wrong folk
Don’t sweat it, I expect him to
Got the nerve to wonder why nobody check for you
Lesson One, never let the past in your present view
Lesson Two, show no one compassion except the crew

If it’s the last thing you ever do

I just do whatever’s necessary
and try to deliver the truth I was sent to carry
The world ain’t gon be the same when I’m through. if it’s the last thing I ever do, I’mma do it legendary
Nothing major, I just do whatever’s necessary
And put a hater in a suit where the rest are buried
This game ain’t gon be the same when I’m through. if it’s the last thing I ever do, I’mma do it legendary
Don’t you compared me to these guys til you found my twin.
Half the time, I don’t even find it challengin’.
Far as album spins, I ain’t countin them.
Only streams I care about is the ones I might drown you in.
My future lookin down on ‘em like it’s 7’2
Now they in the rear mirror with the Red & Blue
Just know if I said so, you can bet it’s true
I’mma hit ‘em with the death blow when the Legend’s through

If it’s the last thing I ever do