[Hook] It's so true All I need is a beat to flow to, I'm old school Banging on the tables, spitting verses Fuck Pro-Tools Let the flow show you how to capture my groove (X-Raided!) Give me a snare and a kick drum and I'm cool
[Verse 1] I'm so smooth like suede Pumas in 86' When it was all good Wasn't nobody on that shady shit Nigga that ain't no Shady diss Don't take it like some shady shit I'm just saying You get it twisted, I'll give you more funk than some baby shit Back in 86 I was in Alabama with my poppa In Prichard, on the outskirts of Mobile So real Momma tired of her son getting suspended for getting kicked out of class Sent my ass to my dad in a last Ditch effort, to save me from the gutter But I felt abandoned, started not to love her (damn) Started not to trust her (man) Poppa wasn't the type to give a hug up Or even say he love you He too busy selling drugs up What the fucks up? Sent me back to Cali, "You don't want me here" Man, I've been lonely here Damn, it's been a lonely year Besides God, my only fear is death Well, that's not true My only fear is the unknown And nigga I don't know you Staring in the mirror like, "Nigga I don't know you" Like alzheimer's I let my notebook provide a reminder I reacquaint myself with myself And wonder how it got so bad When I got back to California, summer 86' When my grandma had a massive heart attack (damn) My momma saw what happened (swear?) I never got my momma back The trauma cracked, my momma heart, broke her spirit Hope my momma Did (?) in my lyrics Love you baby, just to clear it from the table Wash the plate, watch the snake Don't you cry, go wash you face I can't blame you for my mistakes You wasn't able to stop my case From happening I know you prayed I'm trapped Within the labyrinth of my conscience And I'm so afraid I'll never get to grow up and fade With gray hair And hold you close and stay there When you go to praise God and (?), Holy Ghost No one knows how it feels In my own soul Grim Reaper embrace, it's so cold I'm spinning out of control I need some help Cause even Jesus felt the burn "He said take this cup from me, I am death You can't run from me, I'll come for you If you don't come for me" It's ugly, but it's beautiful too, just like a lie Can be hideous but then be proven as true" So fuck a coupe, fuck a pretty girl You get it? It's a pretty world Be a globetrotter, fuck a city girl You get it? Go to Harlem, go to Paris, go to Egypt See the pyramids And know there is ain't no reason To have fear to live Or a reason to have your fear give your time A dime Or a damn, as a minority I'm reporting thee Shit I see Recorded and storied thee Validated authority As a king, to keep it coming I pour it on the track like porridge And I pour it like syrup On a pancake and I serve it For a handshake So go on and admit man The man's great Look into my damn face You can't deny it, I'm king of my damn state I can't shake the feeling I was meant to be more And to see more Need to eat more, beats rich C'mon feed me Seymour I'm in the league, ain't no need to keep score I'm never lead but I glow I got my own aura, homie you can keep yours You want war, we devour your soul from your body Like a scissor I see you're in fear cause I can eat your Lyrics then I leave more Lyrics on the (?) People too, appreciate me for Follow me the leader See what they hate me for Cause they can't do it like X I am thee lord They tell you they don't like X But in private, they listen and they bite X God bear witness