[Chorus 4X: sample]
We the tilt the soil, of a fertile love
[Dom Pachino]
I rock the game like a bracelet, everything I touch I blaze it
Everything I drop I lace it, I drop science and criminal sh**
Hostile witnesses wouldn't say sh**, so raw, radio wouldn't play it
It's the basics they get paid, to play that bullsh**
I form the campaign, gorilla market this b**h
Flood the industry and internet with marketing sk**s
I mean sell mad mixtapes, lock range on deals
Book shows out the building, if that's what it takes
To make a mill, I'm determined, at the same time I'm still learning
At the same time I'm still earning
If you don't do it yourself, the clock keeps turning
Set this b**h on fire, and my tracks keep burning
Couldn't stop if I wanted to, my fans keep yearning
Tour the world like an explorer, pionner or warrior
No more, p's, prowling in them Crown Victoria's
Alot of blood, sweat & tears, but I got the formula
I'm not making you the raw n***a, I'm f**ing bombing ya
No sirens, no warnings, no alarming
You had your turn and you sh**ted, do you believe in carma?
[Chorus 4X]