[Verse 1: Xay Charles]
Artistic so ballistic and majestic with the spitting rhyme
Pissing off some Christians they extremist on the borderline
Mission so logistic so efficient so consistent
Swooping in like a hero saving only women and children
21 years of age with no aid like financial
21 shots was sprayed duck for cover under the mantle
21 n***as was deep no retreat in our camo-flage
Travel lodge crossing state lines to get
They ask for n***as who real ya'll point out the n***as who fake
And yout know that X is greedy so I'm always snatching the plate
Flying first priority you lames just wait at the gate
And this grind is my heart so it's always keeping the beat
Never was one for beef but one eye I sleep open
Bumping that chief keef marijuana tree blowing
Henny up on the rocks moscato bottle popped pouring
Chicks up on my co*k not even one o'clock open
You lames never heard of me, been spitting rhymes since diapers and nursery, check my verse from me
These rhymes been alive since 95, back to greatness like 45
[Hook: Xay Charles]
Lord knows it's been a long road but we'll make it
We came back to take everything that was taken
And we'll fight and we'll fight, till we can't no more
And we'll fight and we'll fight, till we can't no more
No more (x3)
[Verse 2: Creative Gold]
Mom and pop at home but I feel like a orphan
I switch my team but I still ball I'm so Jamal Crawford
I swear I'm blessed, living a dream and I ain't sleepy
Done stopped caressing them liqour bottles I never found me a genie ohhhhh
I'm so successful but I still want more I still want more
Had to rea**ure my bros I would never leave I'm a take these n***as with me on tour
Our time to shine, gonna k** the competition line for line
Longevity we gonna stay in the game, still in the hood free my n***as in the gang boy
3rd Ward that's my side, east side how I ride
Got the hood on my back like cowhide, cause I'm a cowboy star in my eyes
A beast something Belle couldn't tame, something these rap cats wanna contain
Divide the squad I'm the remainder, you couldn't hold me in a glad container
My nappy hair, my ratchet ways, ain't leaving soon I be here for days
Weeks, months, years, please save all the bullsh** and the tears
Talking bout friends, I don't really have those
All these n***as do play games like hasbro bro
Real as it gets, missed any of it run it back like Emmitt Smith
[Hook: Xay Charles]
Lord knows it's been a long road but we'll make it
We came back to take everything that was taken
And we'll fight and we'll fight, till we can't no more
And we'll fight and we'll fight, till we can't no more
No more (x3)