Refrain - #Database
A lot uh crews don't get it
Money that is and if they do they'll spend it
MK2 technics I was spinning
Back in days scratching the Jadakiss k**ing
Verse 1 - #Database
Kiss the game good bye the reason why is so appealing
At 13 I was iller than most teens beginning
I flow streams delivery proceed to spill it
With mo(re) steez, than liberty tax teens
Who feel that with most things, they needa get mo(re) cream
By spinning them sale signs forget it, grab the mic let me spit it
Inglewood is my village, im just uh part uh percentage, a common artery
Still in the heart of the city chilling
Where ya lighters at? f** where my fighters at?
Real n***as who inspire cats
Real women who inspire rats
Early birds who inspire bats
One time for 'em light a match
Verse 2 - TRW
Live from the seven one
Eye of the heaven young, guy getting bread up
No smiles in my area --
Views from the Mariott, juxtaposed, only hustlas know
How the mustard go
Timbs with a russian coat
Acting like you seen him
Who you actually believe in
If the devil is a liar and moneys the root of evil
I spend it all on some alcohol, and a chick to share it
She either in Blowfish heels or black and white elevens
Slight fetish with airports, suitcases Excedrin
All of its such a blessing for a kid comes from my setting
Fifteen spitting sh** mean out in spring creek
All my sixteens when i was sixteen would blitzkrieg
Any emcee, spitting empty
F80 M3, feeling like clint east
You would understand why the people raise their hands
To the heights, the prince of the night, let light --
Refrain