[Verse: C-Red]
Tell 'em to check the steelo
Intelligence, flesh, and egos
Are relevant stress in vivo
I'm elegant, blessed and Negro
Bring the Blackout
Tell 'em check the Method Man
I fact spout
I bet I'm still that shawty that they ask 'bout
Cuz man ain't no kiddin'
I get my bid in
Sit in the rhythm, spittin' my writtens
Until I'm liftin' all the worries from my Bic pen
My homies getting inked up
And I'm just tryna think up
Ways to make new avenues
For those whose hair is kinked up
So I'ma pour this drink up
And toast it
Seeing success but can't approach it
If we only stayin' posted
Better go get
The things you dream about when you be focused
Stay humble even if you say that you don't want no broke ish
I cope with
Regrets that I have and inner demons
Love, pain, and everything that comes
When women see men
Now they seem to know me in we tend to be in
The windows to they souls was closed
I put the key in
And still I pledge allegiance
To the flag of the fathers
Who martyred and bothered our fathers
Shipped 'em over far waters
I barter peace for the love
Backpack Beatz and the flood
Is coming soon
Credible Sources for the people because
It's the real
Like Is-rael...but ain't no Jacob
Tryna get this cake up
While making the people wake up
Cuz we don't deal with no fake stuff
I barely even wear make up
We just tryna ball so ain't really no time to
Lay up
Say what