iTried2ToldEm (intro) Lyrics

I gotta go now, gotta find a road

Not perfect, you want close to it, then I'm the mold

Glowing in gold with a talent I can't hold

If you had my shoes on you couldn't fill the role

Secrets told, others undisclosed

Like cops blocking the road, stopping my goals

They tripping cuz I'm dripping to the socks when I roll

Real to the toes, aura leaking outta my soles

When I, get inspired just know that my pen's fire

Get flyer than, parachuting from the Empire, I

Get higher whenever my spliff light up

My wheels start turning looking for something to write up

Like a new school teacher, when I get some new reefer

Try to keep up, cuz my shit louder than two speakers

Y'all all screaming that loud static like two tweeters

But I'm too seasoned to hear em, too demon to fear em

When I'm, on that time, just know, that's time

So respect mine, or I'm befriending a tec nine

(Which is never wanted) I rather have you being the one that's haunted

Think it's cap, I'll let you have it, then I'll ask can you afford it

The cost is deep and I done took a lotta losses

Bet I ain't losing no more, long as my shoes on the floor

Lost battles but I'm boosting the score

Cuz I already told you I ain't losing no more, straight up

Thru the lies and betrayal, I ride with my l

Blowin smoke, catching the winds that slide thru my sails

My eyes show the hell that I been thru, starvin

For the guidance that I never got from my mother or father

It only made me harder, sometimes I can't believe it

Believe I won't be defeated, my heart still beating

Think I don't see you creeping, the fire demon is seeking

The liars who try to reach em, my iron don't leave creases

Knock em out of his sneakers, hot as Mahli'n fevers

I'm giving em the word, tell papa that I'm a preacher

Concentrate on my sermon, ya money useless, burn it

No driver's Ed, cuz we riding without a permit

Serving em exactly what they deserve and make it permanent

RIP to the flow and the beat cuz imma murder it

I'm sure of it, money straight like I put a perm in it

Major League bars, I'm bout to throw em a curve with it

I'm gone so it's time to get off whatever you on

You know what they say, sticks and stones break bones

But bullets'll probably hurt you, better yet, they mirk you

I spray rounds at squares that try to break up my circle, word up