[Verse Fabrashay A]
Got a n***a feeling like Slick with no gold
Or a teacher with no students; a preacher with no soul
[A goldie with no hoes?]
I'm trying to go pro, with so little to show me
Paper like Newsweek; flow so unique
Trying to advance but they trap me in the 'D' league
[?] [?] to the words that the true speak
Pray to god that a n***a never see defeat
Turn my back 'cause they was frontin' on me
Uhh, I heard your songs but ain't got nothing on me
I'm way out of your discussion hommie
Trampoline team came to get this sh** jumping [hommie?]
Young prophet, just ain't put it in effect
[???] [?] nights, still waiting on the check
Send your boy a message don't speak with me direct
[And I been in n***as' necks since money, power respect???]
[Can I [???]?]
[Verse Fabrashay A]