Uh
Its a new motherf**ing day
I feel good man
No disses on the track
But ya'll hear about that later
Yo
[Verse]
Quit the huntin' I'm the Lochness in the flesh
What the MonStars needed in 9-6
I stroll through every spot like there's an "S" on my chest
I call it confidence, but some'll deem me co*ky, I guess
I see you workin' but I'm still unimpressed
Y'all chasing the green, I'm chasing the plots to get on the scene
Money'll come unfortunately, some look down like they better than me
Cause they tripped up on the illusion of an American Dream
But I have my ambition
Whether accepted by him or you, just sit down and listen
Not afraid of a distant friendship
I walk the vision of Eli with Mila Kunis
My compositions of rhymes qualify to be a book for new religion
My b**h, complexion equivalent to Willy Wonka Tickets
Gold, but I'ont treasure that box it's just to dig in
I need to raise my stock til I reach that top percentage
Rife the Wolf Of Wall Street continuously on them trips
I'm stationed in the South now where folks amazed by the snow
Where as the streets that I'm from n***as getting paid by the snow
When patient, you grow
Big Reg said "Don't quit before the miracle happens"
That quote replays in my head a personal oath
Its hard to sleep at night when you see a future that's bright
As the first sights of a newborn, birth outside during sunrise
Walk into a crowd you see an uprise, the type of sh** that I see
Now to the legend I speak
Jada said "If you ain't self-employed you truly a slave"
Sounded correct but he was wrong anyway
Cause at the end of the day
Money we fiend to obtain will forever have us n***as in chains
Whether we take the shots or calling the plays, uh
I'm not dissin, just further applying knowledge
What college won't get you with all them dollars
In the event Kiss hears this, and feel its a diss, do understand
None of you feed me, I ain't bitin no hands
I'm just a hungry germ cold in the fridge
Meaning I'll come for anybody tryna take from my ribs
Gods, legends, or myths
I'll take his D-Block, get some locks and put em on that E-block
That Michael Clark Duncan walked in Green Mile before he shocked, uh
Aye Rest In Peace, I'm too electric
Again I'm not dissin, sure he'll honor my appetition
Just a warning jab to those hoping to spar with Sugar Ray
I'm robbin sons until they bruise and all their confidence wanes
Rife