"The World's Greatest" (Verse 1) I am the world's greatest southern with swag that made New York famous Deny all you want but the truth ain't evaded long When you're girl the one buying' my songs You don' thought wrong claiming that the kid gone So I came back armed with tracks that all bomb Please remain clam you're in good palms I know what I'm doing, ya'll, I'm not playing along Top a professional making albums now like milking' cows It's all ups and downs --- Oops! My bad, bruh, let out my bamma forgot my audience From Moscow to Atlanta Well for any of your questions this the answer Me and Brad some bastards hungry like fasters We out for all of these kids money --- Fafsa And we're gonna get it by killin' 'em --- Cancer (Verse 2) I switch flows every other verse 'Cause it works and I put these beats in a hearse See Brad chops samples so easy to surf I should yell Cowabunga every time one is under I'm a bad mothafucka dick in my old Earth Now that's sick like pedophiles preaching at church But this the tabernacle and the God is at work Fourth album this year I'm goin' berserk Well I call that paying dues so that's the name I choose Headline it on the news on the front page view And I turn twenty-two September fourteenth the release date Me and Nas share the same B-Day I like to think ain't no coincidence so every lyric get my utmost diligence No more losses I'm in the game to get a win Only L I like's Lebron if you compare me to him (Verse 3) A young legend in my own mind I'll live up to it just give a bit of yo' time I've been dyin to be rhyming when it's showtime But Chris-Style said just stay on yo' grind N.O.T.Y. told me Top you got a gold mind And with Brad's beats I'm sittin' on a goldmine So I ain't sweatin' it, nigga, I know I'm better than niggas That really say they some spitters but to a cold they no sicker And I could never be bitter if the rap game I don't enter 'Cause I can hustle all winter and by summer be richer Than everybody put me on a track with anybody Even the posse the clique'll get bodied Real deal Holyfield no copy Jackas wanna bite the steez don't mock me CipherMusicGroup the team they got me They best that could ever do it not a probably

"Have Fun" (Chorus) We just came to have fun we ain't trippin' off where you from Leave the drama at home with ya guns We just came to have fun niggas in this bitch gettin' blowed Sippin' slow and spittin' game at these hoes We just came to have fun the DJ keeping shit live And all these girls on the dancefloor fine We just came to have fun so ya'll niggas better not fight 'Cause I plan on stayin' all night we just came to have fun (Verse 1) Aye! House party house party I show up fashionably tardy with a fifth of Barcardi When CMG hit the scene you know that it started Yeah the function was stupid but now it's getting retarded When the drinks start flowing and the weed keep blowing And we on E rolling then the freaks start showing Only thing that might fuck up the whole moment Is if they start a fight and end the night chair throwing Only thing that might fuck up the whole moment Is if they start a fight and end the night chair throwing Let this be the one house party in the projects Where a nigga don't get merked in the process Bad bitches all around why ya'll wanna pop shit? This a G thang but ease up on that 'Pac shit We on another vibe we drunk and getting high Havin' the time of our lives with no plans to die If ya'll wanna scrap please take that shit outside 'Cause the only thing on our mind is (Chorus) (Verse 2) You niggas might've came here to tussle While you do that I'll take your girls by the bundle And if ya hoes came to pull hair and start a rumble Who you fighting' for want neither of ya as a couple So what's the trouble chill for real let's keep it trill And kill this champagne that's chilled We got molly and pills if you wanna get ill And I'm sure the white boys brought coke for the thrill What's the deal, baby, you got a body that's banging Let's skip the conversating and jump to the baby making I'm playing I'm saying you the type I like And if you're mind match your frame you're the type I'd wife So before the guns clap and they kick off a fight Save in my contacts how I'mma hit you tonight It's sad we gotta deal with this but I'mma realist These niggas can't be serious, man (Chorus) (Verse 3) I came to party and bullshit and mack on a cool chick Come through with my full clique and drink 'til we're foolish Not duck when a fool gets a gun with a full clip Aimin' at one cat but lets the whole tool rip I wanna get twisted not be a statistic po' up roll up and get lifted All these bad bitches actin' up bad bidness Gun slingin'll diminish pussy comin' in minutes Kill it with the killing 'cause the DJ spinning The shit that makes women buss it open un-timid Liquor in this liquid makes the scene more vivid This life we live it but you still livid? Huh We too different I'm enjoyin' myself While you stay being violent and destroying yourself I'mma keep pullin' hoes keeping more to myself You do you ain't no more I can help (Chorus)

"Ridin' wit' My Dawgs" (Chorus) When the shit pop and it's on whether right or wrong Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs If we did broke 'bout to ball or neither or at all Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs If it's gettin' real in the field and I get a call Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs If they need me for anything, anything at all Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs (Verse 1) Loyalty don' spoiled me it created royalty 'Cause everyone that throw them Cs are kings of their own to me All the cats who roll with T love Top like a brother You'd think our blood is in each other and we shared a mother For them I'd kill a mothafucka rob or get in trouble With no questions on the double for my dawgs I'm down to rumble It's us in a huddle callin' plays makin' shots with aims at the top Getting' paid makin' guap I laughed with these niggas I cried with these niggas If I mash with these killas I'mma die or be injured This life that entered there's no exit path We either soar flying fast or burn up in the crash We the last dynasty CMG we like the Mings The only thing we not Chinese just niggas in designer jeans Bruh, you can't define my team nope not at all Well maybe you can call us small 'cause only few are involved (Chorus) (Verse 2) CMG shotcaller and my gang is gettin' smaller 'Cause it gets harder and hard to trust niggas when my guard up I guess I'm getting smarter 'cause in the words of my father I'm too trusting to bother to see that my friends were robbers Getting jacked behind my back by cats that were in my pack Never woulda seen the facts 'til I caught them in the act So them niggas got the axe cut off with no contact Now I'm down to few rounds like a short boxing match I try to keep it there steer my circle clear of squares I be prepared to cut off dudes who prove they scheming here My team is clear of any rats and snakes cats who fake Tryna wait to break in my safe Naw, they get erased before they even get a chance to Steal it's eye for an eye hand for a hand too See I'mma ride for my crew that's what a man do I just have no tolerance for those who prove they untrue (Chorus) (Verse 3) Blood pacts in my contract you affiliated on contact CMG like Illuminati except it's mostly all blacks Secret society? Nah, man, we beyond that We like the U.S. government we run shit and have ya'll taxed Fall back you ain't like us we bomb back if you strike us Fake niggas despise us real niggas idolize us Man, I'm not surprised much when haters say I'm bourgeoise Damn right I'm choosey with which road dawgs I'll be moving My niggas trust what I'm doing 'cause the captain's showing and proving And I break bread with my goonies like Jesus in every movie They buss at us and we shootin' try to stop us we keep troopin' And a small group is a raw group so there's no need for recruiting We good, man, get it understood, fam, not from the hood, man But my code is strong as wood stands And this is CMG we not no rock band so there's no egos with my people That means we'll never disband (Chorus)

"Hard Times" (Chorus) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life! Real Life!) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life! Real Life!) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life!) (Verse 1) Aye, this a million dollar flow right here The type that gets a mothafucka known 'round here Or that gets ya fuckin' chest blown down here 'Cause when life get tought ya on ya own down here In these hard times young niggas wildin' doin all crimes OGs send 'em 'cause they'll get small time But this my home court dawg and the balls mine And I refuse to back down when it's game time It's time to turn up word up you heard, bruh When the goin' get tough the tough step they work up Jackas see hustlers and they wanna hurt us So we keep the burner so they can't merk us (Chorus) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life! Real Life!) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life! Real Life!) Having hard times in this crazy town (Real life!) (Verse 2) I'm on a million dollar mission, hoe Tryna make money long as twenty fishing poles Ain't tryna chat with the custos give and go Don't come to the crib meet you at the Cit-Go It's a recession said that since 2004 Ain't no excuses now I gotta get it, bro Put my money where my mouth is gun where my house is Love where my spouse is and dick in my trousers Cashed out on my ounces fuck that Frontin' shit havin' debt is for dumb cats To flip a O used to take me a month flat Now they sell faster than I can come back (Chorus) (Verse 3) I got a million mind two million dollar grind Put that together need three mill to sign Everyone around goin' through them hard times And I'm no different so I write hard lyrics A hustlers spirit see it in my appearance Can't see it then hear it it'll come out clearest The poor getting' poor the middle disappearing' The rich getting' rich and the crowd keeps cheering' It's time to pick a side choose how you're gonna die With lint in your pocket or in a fly ride You know what's on my mind shouldn't have to say why Explaining is a luxury in these hard times (Chorus) (Verse 4) Aye, this a million dollar flow right here The type that gets a mothafucka known 'round here Or that gets ya fuckin' chest blown down here 'Cause when life get tought ya on ya own down here In these hard times young niggas getting' green by any means Seeing anyone with blue eyes as the enemy The hustler gets a hunnid percent of your energy In these hard times, man, you hardly catching any Zs 'Cause when you sleep you snooze on the cash Yeah, it came fast but it's gone in a dash You gotta grind everyday like it'll be ya last It will be eventually 'cause hard times pass (Chorus)

"Replacement" (Verse 1) Girl, let me replace that lame up in your face And take you to a space that you ain't been yet You gotta go on faith that your heart won't break If it's me you're next make that nigga your ex He only bringing you plex like smoking stress Come fuck with the best, babygirl, I'm a vet Streets show respect I'm a hustler, yes But I don't mean no threat Think we all hostile but that's not my style Ya hot now so perfect for my lifestyle I talk down ya man 'cause he a clown In that old Townsmobile ya'll ridin' around What you need to do is hop in the spaceship Let me abduct you to fly foreign places Face it that nigga so basic you wasted Months of ya life come make it right with me, ya see (Chorus) Oh no hell naw he doin' it all wrong (all wrong) Come here let me show you what you missed all along (all along) You think he a boss but you ain't met a don (met a don) Girl you're the bomb (Let me replace him) Oh no hell naw he doin' it all wrong (all wrong) Come here let me show you what you missed all along (all along) You think he a boss but you ain't met a don (met a don) Fuck wit' me, ma (Let me replace him) (Verse 2) Ya boy look like the type to go and hit on his wife If a hair ain't on you right we shootin' on sight Baby, get in my life these first class flights And Paris nights'd be what you'd like Make ya lifestyle tight show you what you been missin' It beats bein' stuck doin dishes in that kitchen Or cleaning' up his crib watching all his bad chirren While he's out chillin' like a villain chasin' women Get in a queen position fuck with a king And take a shot of this Louis the thirteen Let the two of us loosen up Grey Goose it up Pineapple juice it up and talk whatever new come up You wanna do this stuff but he won't let ya 'Cause every time he sweat ya then lectures like a professor Well I'm here to tell ya ya free to do whatever The cuffing season over life about to get better… forever (Chorus) (Verse 3) A real get money nigga, beau, you need to fuck with him Won't believe how many bands I can stuff in my denim He gave you rules but I'm here to say bend 'em And if he gets aggy let me get the message I'll scoop you in a second he'll probably be shocked That Top was in a drop and got off with his bop He the type to start threatening like I'mma get shot And get three hot in his chest before he could pop But I'm not gonna get into all that I'mma fall back And say, girl, call back 'Cause I know you'll kick him to the curb And I won't even have to say a word 'cept flip 'em the bird It's a cold cold world shoulda treated ya girl Now I'm giving her pearls while you hanging with Earl Homie, don't hate it just learn when you mistaken You had her she was taken but I'm the replacement -- face it (Chorus)

"The Life We Chose" Ft. N.O.T.Y. (Chorus) (Top Billion) Is this the life we chose or just what's been shown? Is this all we know or just what's exposed? (N.O.T.Y.) I tell them niggas get the fuck back 'Cause I ain't never heard no dumbs question like that (Top Billion) Holla back -- Is this the life we chose or just what's been shown? Is this all we know or just what's exposed? (N.O.T.Y.) I tell them niggas get the fuck back 'Cause I ain't never heard no dumbs question like that Yeah -- (Verse 1) The world is crazy they say us niggas lazy 'Cause we're unemployed daily and maybe take care of our babies But no one's ever saying how the deal we got was shady And it's making us taking this risk to driving that Mercedes Being born in the project the first process towards being treated like an object These crackas ain't honest they heart as cold as onyx Think we're links in a chain how they wanna lock us Do we have a choice we barely have a voice Some people are more poised to driving a Rolls Royce They say we could be President but that shit's irrelevant When you're in a residence where the police are negligent Rap is a heaven-sent gift to us niggas it figgas There'd be more triggas and drug dealers The killers and the sinners weren't that way since beginners We're born in a life we can't unenter ya dig (Chorus) (Verse 2) Niggas been making good music since the start of time Before the slave movement beats ran in our lifeline Playin' drums groovin' in Africa all the time So it's not so far-fetched to see us youngins rhyme Now we're in a life of crime getting' to the paper Pulling petty capers just to ball like the Lakers We disregard the haters and emulate major players And every night we end on bended knee saying prayers Sold nickels and dimes of that white man's coke Us homes ain't had hope since we hopped off on the boat The game we know is dope if not rapine' or sports 'Cause we all want the bad chick and whips on spokes We've never been close to anything too real That's why we practice on fields and pray for record deals To further advance it's like the caps been sealed Barack -- that ain't spot him but most of us are not him (Chorus) (Verse 3) What this all comes down to you are what surrounds you And what that amounts to the world will doubt you You have to be 'bout to rise 'bove what'll down you 'Cause though they may clown you they can't stop or ground you They wanna see you fall but you have to aim to ball Whether plaques on your wall or diplomas in your hall If you want then you have to start to crawl And if you wanna fly then you gotta have some drive This life we live ain't easy but we make it look breezy I would B.E.T. you'd wanna be me when you see me This life that we're breathing ain't the best or the righteous But it beats Rikers or bein' eaten by tigers The world's full of liars and the ones who are lied to The ones who make choices and who choice is supplied to Now the next question I don't even make rhyme, dude Which one are you? Top Bill (Chorus)

"Young Niggas II" (Chorus) And this is for the youngin' on the block One palm on the glock middle finger to the cops Sellin' lil' rocks to get mama a new spot If no one else says it you got love from Top And this is for the youngin's Bruh, you know I'm on your side And this is for the youngin's Hold you down every time And this is for the youngin's Keep the money on your mind This is for the youngin's Nigga, stay on your grind (Verse 1) Ok, I'm in a cream colored coupe but the seats all black Ridin' through a barrio where I see all blacks Start to feel a little sad that we're still held back Then I see a wall mural painting of Barack My emotion conflicted thoughts in my head twisted Part of me is inspired the other part feel inflicted How does the President look like my uncle in prison And his wife look like my aunt that does them white folks dishes His image got me trippin' I don't have to pretend The free world leader could grow an afro at whim The shit made me chuckle but what killed my grin When I saw shorty on the corner couldn't be more than ten Pointed to my rims said "Oh you ridin' clean?" "Yeah, lil' man, stay in school study read" "Fuck that I got a better plan to get things." Reached down and pulled an eight-ball out his jeans (Chorus) (Verse 2) The cops just shot a kid while cuffed behind his back They put it in the news he did himself with the gat A plainclothes off-duty hurt a man's daughter When dad got mad he put a bullet in her father What type of shit is that we don't even fight it back We read it then believe and say it's another black If not for the traps or the raps or the tracks Guaranteed a lot of caps would be peelin' wigs back But on the other side the whole world's mine So why am I confined to the 'hood and doin' crime I put it on my mind I'mma grind 'til I shine Every time that I rhyme that's the aim in each line The youngin' selling' dimes to the OGs with the blocks To cats who don' copped their first drop You all inspire Top I hope I do the same Remember, be true to the game and shhh (Chorus) (Verse 3) Understand me, homie, it's not all about race it's all about cake Either how much is at stake or how much you can make Who are they to state what you do and what you can't You control your fate rock that ice in they face Buy that house by the lake order cham' by the case Drink the best with no chase blow kush by the eighths These youngin's havin' youngin's kids all over the place Before the Reaper comin' make sure the fam is straight Not preaching' to the choir just reach higher 'Fore we all expire we should be on yachts retired Bad bitches all around sippin' lean with the team From a billion dollar scheme that's a black man's dream As for shorty that I mentioned in my first verse Here's what I did "Yo, how much all them rocks worth?" "A hunnid dollars, blood, and I got soft work." "I'll buy it all but you gotta shake the spot first." (Chorus)

"Payin' Dues" (Verse 1) Getting money's a process you gotta progress for profits Long roads bring long dough nothing overnight's honest Sellin' nicks out projects studying for college or recording in closets All beginnings are modest Look at Jay, look at Nas, look at B.I.G., look at Pac Nobody in that squad got a handout from God Just niggas on they job got lucky got money Had a Suge or a Puffy or a Dame or a nothing If that shows you something it should be get yo' grind on Fake it to make you'll forever where rhinestones Mama would tell me the easy way out won't see on that route Yeah Ms. Ellen made my mind strong I got my eyes on the heavens and the Jordan sevens The reverends promise good times like Florida Evans But why should I die to get my piece of the pie? You want me paying just tithes but surprise (Chorus) Man, I do what I do when I want to how I choose That's how hustlers move when we out here paying dues In this world, cash rules many want riches too It goes to the few who really pay their dues So I'm true to my crew and the game I'm into Now when you see me roll through say he paid his dues (Verse 2) Yeah, the flow that switches keep who listening paying 'ttention That's a trick you're given when you get in my position But really I'm no different though you hear my style inventin' We had the same beginnings all as babies booger picking' Booty diggin', lint flickin', dirt lickin' toddlers Playin' mobsters, indians, cops, or robbers As we grew up some became lawyers, doctors, Rappers, scholars and it's all because of dollars Haha it's funny no really it's funny how we're now getting this money We were just watching Bugs Bunny Now we're making major moves after paying all those dues Guess we don't have to snooze to see dreams come true Fuck rappin' the blues when all the beats are this smooth And any freak that I choose is down to get on her twos I've worked hard this true but I got more to prove Fuck if I'm on mixtape forty-two I'm telling you (Chorus) (Verse 3) The grind is never ending ain't no restin' If sleeping came in second I'd stay up twenty-four-seven With people ain't no telling but money don't be pretending You know just what you're getting when your Benjis isn't bending I'm only gellin' with hustlers and ex-felons who be expelling real lessons 'Bout the trap from their melons They paid their dues and in return them crackas gave a sentence In cells for repentance that only make them more menace That may be where I'm heading the price of getting lettuce My one fear then is seeing mama tear shedding I pray that all these blessings keep on coming without question 'Cause my name is steady spreading and I need them at this second I promise when I get on I'll correct all my wriz-ongs Can't say I'll put kids on but I'll try like a third charm And I owe nobody noth-an such my third arm I paid my dues and you can do the same too (Chorus)

"Pass the Mic" Ft. Photokidd, Brance B., Playa P, King Twanie, N.O.T.Y., Chris-Style, Sektor, & Bunnie (Top Billion) Top Billion. CipherMusicGroup. Northside. Well let me kick things off I be the CMG boss I win at all costs I can't even spell loss Shotcaller and a baller I should be Chris Bosh 'Cause can't a nigga hang with me like the man on the cross Big money what I talk if you're deaf then walk Ain't a six figure start I'm out your ballpark Man, if rap's art then I'm fucking Picasso I thought so if not though I'm Basquiat-Top, bro Garden District been my hood since I was snot nose So Northside surprised I'm not blamed for the potholes From Monroe but my swag international it's factual My CD's in each country's capital I'm from the bottom where these niggas pop a cap in you If they don't blast as you them crackas come and tackle you Rap is what we have to do that's why I'm good at it Not to boast or brag but, man, I put my hood on it Haters, quit the foolishness you see my team winnin' You mad that you're down bad in the ninth inning Whatever if to ball's wrong I'mma keep sinning' So I'mma pass the mic and pray to Lord I'm forgiven (Photokidd) Photokidd. Plan Too Music Group. AQ. 
South side where I grew up, where niggas destined to screw up
Forced to make a name so that hood you reppin’ they knew us
Where friends would turn to enemies, they'd be the ones to damage you
Where kids be playing hopscotch and jacks on Gordon avenue
That same place where we kill a beat, that's where we started Plan Too
Some young niggas with dope lyrics, show the world what we can do
From the bottom up, so it's bottoms ups
Vodka shots, get a lot of cups
Sip it twice, take a lot of gulps
Get fucked up,
It's easy, I do this, Mr. young and talented
When moms moved me out the hood they said where they fuck the talent went
I'm right here, this mic here, will be the reason I make it out
And this real shit that I spit will be the same reason they take me out ahh
But I ain't changing
Gotta keep my head up, gotta maintain this
Success driven attitude, in the same lane as
A lot of these rappers before they became famous
I'm anxious, cuz I swear I gotta make it
These niggas fear reality, I ain't afraid to face it
The only thing I fear is the thought of being basic
Top said pass the mic, fuck, here somebody take it (Brance B.) Yaa Brance B. DMA Representer. Northwest! Young’un on his grind, 15 but I'm here though
Shoutout to my single mom cuz she my biggest hero
I told her she could count on me so please just don't count me out
Lost my dad and now I am the man of the house
We broke and we need fixing, told my moms imma get it
Cuz I’m tired of countin’ pennies my potential has no limit
So I picked up that pen to rhyme, picked up that pen at 9
Backed us in this corner so we ain't got no choice but to grind
See I was used to slammin’ dominoes on the table
Moms moved us to the north and now I actually know my neighbors
Good kid turned bad she said I used to be sweet
Now I'm in that caddy rollin’ up sweets
Blowin’ swisha sweets, trying to reach the peak 
Used to not care about sex now she sayin’ I'm a freak
Ha, I guess I changed for the better cuz you learn from your mistakes
And I don’t care whether you old or if you young, you could nod along with this
We all trying to be right so ain't nothing wrong with this
Married to the game you could be the best man
Trying to relay run my city pass the mic to the next man (Playa P) Playa P. A-Plus Entertainment. Westside, Nigga. Everybody body in my city wanna rap, they on the same thing Too much talent in the city, get on the same page How the fuck we gon’ make it we can't maintain Every man for himself, that’s a dead game Everybody got a song that say the same thing It’s the same fucking picture in the mainframe You thought u put it out, but the flame is back And if you didn't understand, well the gang is back A plus entertainment ain’t no changing that And everything I said before, this just changes that Aye put me in the booth, I swear I’ll spit just facts I ain't calling no names, but most of you rappers is wack You should've stayed in school and kept it aimed at that Most of u niggas house gangstas and your quality wack Put my team in the game to put the city on the map Let me take the hand off, fuck it I’ll run it back I ain't never been a gangster I don't even waste no time on ’em Westside how I ride the hood shine on ’em I know they patiently waiting for me to sign over My time is up homie gon’ take the mic over (King Twanie) YG Entertainment. K.T. East-up, Nigga. Welcome to my section where niggas tote Smith-&-Wessons And keep it cocked for protection and keep them pussies from plexin' You get caught without a weapon in my section then it's over Them gangstas play it cool and let the youngstas fuck you over Ain't no limits to a soldier no street can stop a rider Where I'm kids hectic them youngsters they be wildin' From the home of the violence, bangin', and sellin' drugs Most of my niggas I know dead or locked up Feds they watch us I don't worry I be doin' me Hate to see us shine so they stay in my community Don't want me influencing little niggas that tussle They'd rather see them bang and see them fight so they can cuff 'em I'd rather see 'em sing and help 'em write so they can bubble Try to maintain the struggle so it won't be no tougher They suffer and turn to crime just to get some dough And it be hard to teach 'em better that's the only thing they know From the city of the Roe, hood of Booker T New Homes the section, Beale it be the street Never forget the East never forget the glory So I'mma pass the mic so you can hear another story --- Gunna (N.O.T.Y.) N.O.T.Y. CipherMusicGroup. SO APE. West Side, Nigga. You pass the mic, well nigga man I’ll past the dutchie Drunk as fuck, puking up filling up on an ugly chubby West side is on the left side where lames can’t touch me That nigga think he all that, well yeah bitch I must be! Get back skidddat my niggas ain’t with that 69 we flip that My mind where the chips at HUH and AQ is where we kick back you play wit Our bread and cheese will grab the Big Mac I’m from a side where niggas ride and never mix facts You from a side where Mr. Belding always knickknacks Patty wacked oh lord! She gave my dog a boner K.D. he is on her, we flipped her then disowned her But every hood got they troubles mine got they fault From showing they ass and bragging ’bout the snitch they fought From showing no love to those scrubs until they bought And everybody stay afloat when we catch a drought But it’s my hood and my hood I’ll never forget about And at the Grammys you know two words I’ll be screaming out West side grab my dick scream it with pride I’mma hold it down on this side and pass it to the other guy. (6th GRADE) Sixth Grade. Plan T.O.O. Music Group. A.Q. As the beat bangs bass just to break the system Ignites the talent like a click from the breaker system I'm from that place where kids have kids and they kids Just ain't shit and they end up in the fuckin' system Not to be harsh though Mom didn't believe in guns She packed talent in my arsenal shit it's probable That I'm possible to change the world but Let me fill up my pockets first I'm a broke nigga ain't got shit Gun shots from down the street you pray to God that you not hit Granny couldn't take the news a nigga be so busy chasin' dreams That I'll be late for school fuck it I don't need an education Teachers ain't shit and vodka better my situation Like the accumulation of maybe dollars and shit Who the best? Don't even ask my team gotta be it I mean just look at where we from Lil' niggas with enough drive to make through the slums Stop it you can't fuck with my southern logic I'll sweep the floor with you ass then turn around and mop it And that's without my line up but my time's up Lemme pass the mic so you can hear the story of the next rhymer (Chris-Style) Chris Style. CMG, Invisible 5th. Live from the boondocks. Epps is where I rep. It's the place that I was raised in
'Roe City transplant. The Haven's where I'm stayin' The more I start to speak, the more that you're gonna see This is the story of a warrior's origin on a beat
Me bein' me though, why shouldn't I use this verse to
Illustrate the truth that the hood is universal?
I kick that live spit everybody identifies with
That fight to survive, keep your eyes on the prize ish
Welfare, food stamps, single mom, five kids
Imaginary player cats, swearin' they're the flyest
The kid with mad game that had plans of bein' Jordan
'til his girl got pregnant, now his family's more important
But the pay he's gettin' from his 9-to-5 just ain't enough
Now he's grindin' on the side, and it provides him with a rush He ain't tryin' to be in cuffs; know the times are gettin' tough
In time, he realizes he's a diamond in the rough
Peeped the lifestyle, and now he's dyin' to live it up
So he finally decides on writin' rhymes to get his bucks
We're the same at the core, regardless of where we at
So I’mma pass the mic for someone else to bless the track. Get'em!!! (Sektor) Sektor. Chi-Town to the Roe. Eastside Laborhood. Westside, Chi Cook county 7/10/95 Niggas know how to survive the struggle Had to hustle just to get by 17 years same hustle flippin’ dimes and prolly gettin’ high Shit…the story of my life’s kinda boring but I guarantee These lil whores gon’ adore me anyway Cocaine white widow married to a train wreck Sleepin’ on the rails, you even catchin’ trains yet As I look around all I see is ole shit, Small ass city prolly run into my ole bitch, oh shit A bunch of young’uns on the corner sellin’ bags of marijuana Pellets hit, blood donors But don’t involve us in the drama, it’s the cops 2010 summertime lil homie got shot Big homie got robbed, lil cuz got his ass whip Inglewood doggin’ mess around get ya ass bit I’m ridin’ round town lookin’ for a freak On the East ya better know how to move ya feet Rebel gang ,affiliated with royalty Let me pass the mic, holla at me for sum more of me (Bunnie) Uhh, Bunnie, Does it for me. New Homes. Now everybody here waking up with the same dream I got a need to receive it, praying to maintain I’m from the heart of the city the thought of it really I’ve never had an idol nothing taught me to do me So I follow myself like my shadow ain’t there At the end of Booker T, call that the Madison square Just cause I tally mark my right and get my points up I was taught to strike and not to hike I’m never giving up, will never have to forfeit my position I’m up in the chess I’m on the move so you tell me what you think is next. Lucky guess... Putting bombs out where the chumps be Sticking with the lyrics why you think the nigga chose me? You can’t think of me as one of you I pull my business out right in front of you Just add me to the count I’m one of the dudes That makes ten of us on top of a few I stay up in the Dio like a habit now You claim I’m wack and I’m slackin’ but you up in the crowd And if I think to pick a win that’s up to me to choose Cause I don’t really have a care on how you suckas lose