Im still chain chokin'
Still stuck to the strip
still scopin'
Still tellin' gays they aint welcome
Still got the X factor,
child of Malcom
bringin' discipline to the game,
I straight belt them
but get rowdy or cause shit
& headlines'll be sayin Z kilt 'em
I love this shit,
prepared to martyr
chop heads like a barbar
& make money like Erikah Strata
walkin' round in nuffin else but Jimmy Choo's & Prada
Im stuck in my ways,
the preist wont even bother
the devil told me straight,
sonny no drama
coz Im hot with the lyrics,
a pheonix in lava
I know yay feelin' my shit, so just holla
I catch your attention like a seethrough money van, wit' no armour
but I guess thats why hate, is what some harbour
Mech said said let it go, that I shouldn't bother
said theres no comparison
he's a kid & youra veterin
we all know who he aint better than
question is am I gonna choose to listen
coz he & I both know my mic hand is twitcin
to get up in that booth & start rippin'
turn from Freddy into Jason when I start the spit-in'
But if I do its just gonna cause a rift-in
coz when I do it Ima throw all the chips in
grown man talk, no place for bitch-in
but then the culture....no uplift-in
these are my thoughts that lately I been thinkin'
feel caught in the middle like there Bill Clinton
8th August Ima address it straight out the kitchen
on LTV,
leave no room for suspicion
8pm sharp dont be the one left wishin
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