feels like fresh air
I can breathe
Long time coming
Let us begin
This is statlanta wih no em and no dre
Just nothin but that mothefuckin A (yeah)
They cant keep him away hes too resourceful
Getting that gwop with the glock by my torso
The young terror from the crack era
I turn never to a gaurentee
God speaks through me
This is my bio read my life
Tune your ears to my soul
Let my music bring light
No hype no gimmicks
Obie told me theres no love in this game
Most n****s od
On the fame and the change
But I remain sane
With my feet and my body engulfed in the flames
First album but it feels like the third
Countless mixtapes on my grind on the curb
Stood strong when the bullshit occurred That's my word
I am what the hood prefer listen here
A magazine cant make him or break him
Im still the future double x l's mistaken
Its trouble when the monsters awaken
The top spot vacant its mine for the takin
Throwback flow no breakin
Old zone swag off in Beverly hills im cakin
On the cover of magazines n****s hatin
The game lack creativity they just tracin
No equals too leathal hear me people
This is just a preview stay tuned for the sequel (part two)
I saw past what the rest couldn't see through
I am the young beast its time that I feast
Fuck n****s retreat may you forever sleep
Where the maggots and the earthworms eat
This is murder on beat have a seat
Feel the power when your leader speak
Having moneys so bitter sweet
Its like a double edge sword
When the blade and the flesh meet
These so called best rappers looking like fresh meat
Yeah so its time to die
And I aint askin n****s shit im just takin mine
Rhyme for rhyme song for song line for line show for show
The survey say stat quo
Those that don't know don't matter bitch
And if you don't understand just listen to this
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