[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm from that 17th N.O., just in case you didn't know
Nawlins Phats is the name I acquired
Tougher than barbed wire
With a hold on the game like grip pliers
The reason my predecessors retired
I'm a fool, don't let nobody tell you nothin different
As a youth I had my share of plenty a**-whoopings
For actin bad, most of my life was lived without a dad
Bein present, so by trial and error I learned my lessons
Within the streets I'm a blessing
Shinin light on all of those who would follow
Packin a strap full of hollows
Like Jesus walked on water I walk on broken bottles
In dimlit alley ways, gangsta is my bravado
God is my provider
I spit it with intentions to get you higher settin your soul on fire
No one can do it better than
Puttin phrases together like the Letterman
Word to K-Solo, I'm big, I throw bolos
Knockin n***as up on they a**es
Hard ever since the days of cuttin cla**es
At JY where gutta muthaf**as stay fly
Starch Levis, cutthroat rules I play by
The gang's Affiliated, we runnin sh**
On some other sh**, trust you don't want none of this
Got ya sick throwin up, yeah, cause it's hard to stomach this
Truth that needs no proof, straight replacin your ignorance
[ VERSE 2 ]
Little child runnin wild
Tryin my hardest to get my foot in, rise from the bottom of the pile
Raised by Gert Town hounds, OG's who held me down
( ? ) got me to where I'm at now
I'm gutter down, my swag is g-like
Purposely stylin on motherf**ers who think that they can see Mike
I love no hoe
But I gots no problem lovin a real woman who gon' be that fa-sho
My mama always told me if she easy she ain't ready
If she greedy she ain't ready, so I'ma play her if she let me
I gotta do it, flow lethal like embalming fluid
Conducive to explosives when translated into music
I'm a ( ? ) word chemist cookin up toxic methods
Takin you way deep Into My Mind like Heather Headley
Lord please, place me into position to serve MC's
I'm in need, and I don't wanna go back to sellin ki's
Make an example out of all of 'em, they bluffin
They weak, without that materialistic flow - they gots nothin
Straight blown up, manufactured with no substance
Half-a**ed like a holiday turkey with no stuffing
[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm a living legend unlike Pac and Biggie
Whose fate was similar to our ancestors, know your history
Black against black
Ain't no slavemaster trickin, I ain't goin out like that
Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h
I fear no evil under His wings of protection, I stay kept
Wakin up those who slept on me
They blind tryina walk in the dark without no one to say, "Watch your step, homie"
They hatin but I soar like an eagle on 'em
Fall back to the hood and then push that Regal on 'em
Uh, Southside still holdin
Grain-grippin, 30-inch chrome rims I'm rollin
Yeah, and for you jackers who wanna get me
You deserve to if you catch me in a souped up F-150
Movin swiftly on the Twin Span, N.O. bound
12's beatin out the a** with the windows down
Come on