Grab the mic (Intro)

I done grab the mic and start spitting my life on these beats here the slums

Where the suspects run and the victims bleed here in the streets where you get into beef

Over that cheese here they put it on you then you running and got a cheese head passports to

The resorts you got to flee there from where they all hope that you blind and never see clear but

Peep here I learned to be quiet and have three ears and let your vision show you what's missing

And never be scared to violence stomachs is growling ain't no hot fries no chicken you're

Hit with a biscuit over some pot pies strip you for your Kanye sneaks because I couldn't cop mine

Then rob you for that four and a half so I could cop nine I swear I'm going hard out here I need a

High rise show my bars before I starve that's my mom's side make a call get them all touch that's

My pop side and then pray I get some better ways that's my god side I was doing bad on the ground