[Verse: C Will Do]
Ayo!
Take the beat and smash...
Then dash
Please don't be last
To witness the greatness of C's past
By past I mean the had the has the did the should
The truth it's proof engraved in stone
Now I'm on
Light switch up
Through your peace signs up
When I'm gone and leave the room
Leave the broom
Don't sweep up my dirt
It's undoubtedly worth
The gold cross swangging on your shirt
Uh
You best believe n***a
Cause you don't believe in Jesus
That's why your chain is as fake as your steeze just
Go back to me
Been rapping since I was a preteen
Back when airs where in
Along with white tees
My dad was a fallen angel to me
Allah praiser but he did not have mercy
Used to come at me like Muhammed Ali and his name is Mohammed, what irony
a**hole to no degree
Had a degree but wasn't smart at all to me and actually
He acted irrationally
For a college graduate
Gradually trynna come at peace
With this new life since he put down the 9 piece
No dark or white meat
Girls I prefer the white meat with the frame of a sista and the brain of Asian geek
Cover like Ronde
Cutting like Tiki
Don't need a Barber
Line my own sh** free
And my words stay flowing like Fiji
Grab your canoes and stock up on your wheaties
Tide's coming in
Check your local listings
But back to the big screen
He Had me feeling like a suicidal martyr
Kneeling to the east behind him at the alter
Imam Muzzamill
"What a great father"
I don't even know the name of the man's daughter
But he did teach me the grind and showed me the line
That should never be crossed
Unless you're trynna make a dead line
b**h
I go pork rinds
On halal beats kicking lee rhymes
Leave you n***as in defeat
Deadbeat like my dad in most ways
Getting left at the flea market all day
Even hustle rubber bands away
Left with a dusty table and a stack of money
Hahaha touché
Seems like everything is cash motivated these days
Paper chasing 'til d**h running the wrong way
Burning through the cream too fast like it's brûlée
And then Allah huakbar on payday
What he'd say to a grade A
But f** it it's a new day
Traded away the jalihbil
For a pile of k**
More dollar bills
Recognized my will
Now I found my sk**
Leaving all tracks Emmett Tilled
To the docs trynna pop me with the pills
To the faking kids saying that I wasn't ill
Even chops they can pickle on my damn dill
And mom I can do it
I told you that it's real
Just trust me and I'll bring back a mil
And y'all will neva eva hafta to go without a single meal
And bills, what bills?
(Heh) Ma I got it Chill
To j dub I know I missed your stub
While I was "too busy" trynna be a f**ing stud
But did you really do it?
Did you hit the strip club?
What's up Rel?
What's good bro?
I did what you said man
I try to keep it hood bro
Cornered by enemies
It helped for your young bro
I know you told me no but the drough is my mojo
Mich what's up?
I heard you balling up
I heard you calling up
No excuses
But my cell phones been dialing up
Hit me back in a cup-
Couple moments
To all the friends I missed man
You hear me rap and own it
Like my totaled car which didn't have insurance on it
Still got drive, determination on Rooney
Ducked in the shadows like my last name's Kony
Had to get my voice right
Y'all know it sounded it phony
Now I'm stilt walking on a big pony
I'm done!
(But the battle's never won
The battle's just begun!
I'm done.)