[Verse: C-Red] Tell 'em to check the steelo Intelligence, flesh, and egos Are relevant stress in vivo I'm elegant, blessed and Negro Bring the Blackout Tell 'em check the Method Man I fact spout I bet I'm still that shawty that they ask 'bout Cuz man ain't no kiddin' I get my bid in Sit in the rhythm, spittin' my writtens Until I'm liftin' all the worries from my Bic pen My homies getting inked up And I'm just tryna think up Ways to make new avenues For those whose hair is kinked up So I'ma pour this drink up And toast it Seeing success but can't approach it If we only stayin' posted Better go get The things you dream about when you be focused Stay humble even if you say that you don't want no broke ish I cope with Regrets that I have and inner demons Love, pain, and everything that comes When women see men Now they seem to know me in we tend to be in The windows to they souls was closed I put the key in And still I pledge allegiance To the flag of the fathers Who martyred and bothered our fathers Shipped 'em over far waters I barter peace for the love Backpack Beatz and the flood Is coming soon Credible Sources for the people because It's the real Like Is-rael...but ain't no Jacob Tryna get this cake up While making the people wake up Cuz we don't deal with no fake stuff I barely even wear make up We just tryna ball so ain't really no time to Lay up Say what