[Verse: Prodigy]
This is that street corner curb rap, where all the dirt at
Rats, roaches, snitches and down b**hes
Backstabbers and cut throat f**ers
Your own brothers, cousins and so called friends
They all wanna piece of your light 'cause light dark
They all turn on you easy 'cause life hard
I severed my ties with these frauds
Flamingo a** n***as, actin like broads
They mad 'cause my swag real swervy
Doc Martin's lookin like a black nazi
Tony Toca, Shade 45
I'm Alejandro Sosa of rap music
I design sneakers for Supra
n***a I shape and mold your future
I'm robbin this train, sit the f** down
And shut the f** up, you's a project clown
I'm a global phenom, gorilla sh** King Kong
Knock your head off of your neck, you do me wrong
I told you don't never f** with me
But this n***a don't hear good until that heat
Rupture your eardrum, and fry your brain
My freestyle like free base and crack c**aine
I'm a O.G. young rollin stoner
Rolled it up, light it up take a plane get trippy
I grew up in the era of razors and buck 50′s
Violence and hardcore hip hop she dig me
Like archaeology
She lookin for a big bone she done hit the lottery