Press reset muhf**a
Renegade renaissance
Another one
Do it my way
The yardfather returns
Back better than ever
I got a couple of deep questions for n***as that need lessons
The truth I deliver, you should consider these blessings
If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2
You should Google those too so you can know how I do
First question for n***as that dwell north
What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off?
A - this new batch of n***as sounding like switch siders
B - New York DJs for being dick riders
C - fake thugs and sh** pretend to be bloods and crips
D - all of the above, ya bish
Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions
What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend?
A - Show em how getting punched in the f**in eye feel
B - Just wait, cause soon they'll be wearing high heels
C - line em up but just provide em with a slaughter
D - or just admit the sh** is Sodom and Gomorrah
The third question, a question I take seriously
I know you listening but I don't think that you hearing me
I ain't gonna front, sh** kinda put some fear in me
Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy?
A - cause they really using HAARP to control the weather
B - if a building's hit at the top, it would hold together
C - they been saying the world'll end since 2010
D - we remember the sh** they did to the Indians
The fourth question's a question that's controversial
Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles?
All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders
Which of these n***as set black people back the furthest
A - Trinidad James and All Gold Everything
B - Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang
C - 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or
D - the white man that's running the game
You never was a k**er, you never bust a gun
You never held a spot down, was never on the run
You never was a OG, no it is not right
For you to say you was then live in the spotlight
You never was a k**er, never bust a gun
Never held a spot down, was never on the run
You never was a OG, not it is not right
For you to say you was then live in the spotlight
I'll strike the mag, smack the f*g that said I jacked his swag
Then smother the motherf**er with a Glad plastic bag
I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react
Doctors still asking me, what the f** you so angry at?
I don't even know but they say one out of every three
Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder
Something about the bang, I like it a little louder
I'm just telling the truth, it ain't even something I'm proud of
You know you f**ed, jury come back in less than an hour
How you deliberate a n***a fate in less than an hour
Money is power, then power is nothing
A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion
Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion
Who'da thought it would amounted to nothing
Til I came