INTRO Lyrics

Back in the mix

The game need to be fixed

I light the spliff and realized all of you niggas gritz

Sweeter than Kix

Physique that of a bitch

I'm stone cold Steve my G

Hiram abiff

Temple get hit

Spirits get lift

Cease to exist

The universe my playground truly I can't resist

Sun in my likeness radiance I emit

Now I admit I am him my flow leviathan try again

I bet you fail that too

You had all the knowledge yet with nothin to prove

If it's about dollars find something to do

Try and claim my style I ain't one of them dudes

Blood sweat and tears enough to fill up a room

Bridges get burned love stuffed in a tomb

I'm writing from the soul while I'm under the moon this what I do

Listen ( talk to em mane)

These rappers ain't real they still imposters

My women real killers like Griselda Blanca

You ain't shootin in the gym bitch we got rocket launchers

Smokin Afghan strands higher than your chakras

Producer rapper extraordinaire and your favorite author

Use your mind as a weapon you can think sharper

I step till I'm old

Soul full of gold tell em that's the goal