[Intro]
[Freestyle: Kris Prince]
First things first respect to the greatest
Man you heard what Biggie said man
There's rules to this sh** so imma follow
This game devours for goldiggers trying to win the Lotto
Dont s** unless you tend to swallow & thats the motto
This that n***a goin in from the city of the wind
Where he barely know his pops, Grandaddy in the pen & his mama deal with karma like her daddys' Ludacris
& I feel the same thing cuz our genes kinda fit....wait
Its Kris Prince in the booth, & i got nickels for your thoughts
If you got banks for the truth, I work for the riches & hustle for loot
While I getchor girl open like the gap in my tooth
Im hotter than 90 degrees in a suit
This game then f**ed up & let the silverback out the zoo
You rappers slipped up, we penetrating straight for your spot
& ain't nobody coming through except for me & my crew who?
Ladeda Ladeda Ladeda Hey Ladeda
BMG, XCI, Ladeda, Hey, Ladeda
Check, Ladeda
n***a step yo game up, mama i den came up
See my style then changed up, yall better wake up
n***as throw they gangs up, hoes think im famous
Haters always lying whenever they throw my name up
Hippies better flame up! This is for all the people thats watching, I hope I gotchor attention
I see my enemies plotting, cuz failure is not an option
Now water the Earth & gimme the beat & watch me promegranate
Life is just hood status on automatic
You dont need colombus or Johnny Depp
Just to notice how them. Lines too overseas for these land n***as to understand. No introductions needed for enemies to know that I am Kris Prince, bred with that Fredrick Douglas
& Kelsey Grammer
That tearless bucket you can't touch it; that MC Hammer
That missy Elliot crazy flow that pa** the dutch
That God-given, that fearless Usher, that moving mountains
Lightskin arm & Hammer
That baking soda, that quota, that gone til Further Notice
We taking over cuz my dreams are getting closer
Cuz Im taxing these rappers like Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam
Money bundles in my pocket, rubberbands & never been a
Half breed, but a thorough-bred & he do what he want like he dont give a damn cuz I can. & im not just a rapper man Imma man with a plan
& you're not just a critic, you're just a fan man
Ladies putcho hands up, treat it like an anthem
I Made her say 'Mm hm" like she was drinking Fanta wait
Let it breathe wait
Now between me & you, I should have rapped like they told me to
Way back in high school, days up in them lunch rooms
This is just what I a**umed, Maybe cuz I learned to speak in silence is a minus to the knowledge of a smart fool
OOooo they say he flowing such a nice tune, even illumanit plotting saying he a nice tool. Cool, Im taking my life off of neutral, driving off my dreams getting high off the exhaust fumes......wait....high off the exhaust fumes
Just know I built a craft & it gets better with time
But time always fly so i'm booking my ticket now
To first cla** flights where the rich & glorious dine
SOuthwest where the k**ers with mad Chevys they ride
As long as i live imma keep a will to inspire
As long as this money im chasing is my desire
My grandaddy taught me to tell the truth never lie
Pretty soon you'll get the message as long as you keep the
Dream alive
As long as you keep the dream alive....
*I hope Common can read this page one day & see how much of an influence he has on my life & my growth as an artist. His book is my bible whenever I need to reflect or lose focus on my goal. To become as great as a rapper as he is. 2/29/2016