[Intro]

[Verse 1: Stevie Young]
Full lips, lookin’ like it’s collagen
So well knowledged and, low self-confidence
If confidence is key the somethin’ done locked me in
I might as well cop a pen and let ’em start copyin’

The weirdest but the coolest guy you’ll ever cross paths with
Then it’s all bad when, I say I’ll stop rappin’
But that will not happen, unless this soldier’s layed to rest
So play the best at my funeral to make it fresh

A slave ’til death, close ya eyes and just imagine
What must’ve happened if a slave went and bust a cap in
The master’s head, ahh snap the bastard’s dead
The house slave ain’t aware, she still stackin’ bread

On the dinner table, how far will a slave go
For freedom, the bleedin’ has left him nothin’ but faithful
He’s greatful that he’s able just to see another day
We all should be thankful just to see another day
Why did I have to get in this? I’m just attractin’ attention
Other bastards is listenin’ while other’s laughin’ and dissin’
I see them rappin’ and spittin’ claimin’ they crappin’ and ishin’
They come standin’ tall but leave collapsin’ and trippin’

Uh, pass the ball, glasses off
My sick-witted difference is hittin’ the savage y’all
I’m a go-getter with no effort, I roll better
With my homies by my side, shoot, we some flow wreckers