Portfolio

Put hands on niggas they fall like they saw the holy ghost

All the way from Richards Bay that's where we hold the coast

My dreams were kinda slowed like they caught polio

But I'm no longer with bad company, check my portfolio

I keep the holy rolled

We ain't chose a dark path it was the only road

Generational wealth is half of the story told

No one asks a rich man how he got all his gold

Atrocities wiped clean

No witness in sight seen

No limits, no hindrance just victims and I see

Why the next nigga can hate a nigga for getting his bread up