[Production by Ant B] [Chorus] Got the wild style, always been a foul child Always been a foul, always, always been a foul child Got the wild style, always been a foul child Yo' guns go pow, yo', yo' guns go pow pow [Verse 1:] It goes born in the eighties, crazy green eyed cupid baby Lady of the house resembled Princess Di on the daily Pops had the wild style, guns went puh-pow Cloned in the silk shirts, linen pants, dressed loud White tuxedo with the cream interior When he go out, gold chain, gold watch, leather seats, show out Hold the brick cellular, drive around with the top down Pinky ring long nail, daddy's girl, no doubt I never had a clue cause my daddy kept me clued out Kingpin drug lord front page shout out Found out inherited his ego inherit clout Got the curls and the grams, evil like a Joker mouth Round about fifth grade I discovered I could lace some words together Make them rhyme, impress all of my cla**mates And I did, that was the beginning of my longest bid Just like my pops I go blow when my words spit [Verse 2:] Uh huh, ever since I was little in middle school spitting riddles Little do you know what I been through and what I'm capable of Some take that literal, all y'all underlings pitiful Middlemen simply get the middle finger with the flick of my thumb I'm thick-skinned, never dumb, hit the track and I run Y'all been a bit slow, predictable cause father was calm I got nothing to prove no more Comparable to conditions like vegetables Hit the switch in the booth and I'm done Look what you made me do, daddy, I commend you I swore off this rap like a witness swear on biblicals I could give a uh about making this thing viable I was born a different type of breed with different molecules I hate what I see in individuals in industry I rather back and get my degree and keep my dignity I know cats think they know what they know when they know it I know one thing, y'all know nothing where I am going [Verse 3:] It goes in the year 2009 my spirit flies high Unflawed child of God, I left y'all behind Fine line between the foul and declared divine You can say what's she rapping about now? That's fine That's my way of telling you that I don't mince words I am not a foul child no more, not her Not now, not ever, back there I'm better I am too clever to desire what you endeavour No never can you convince me with rotten cheddar Or whatever you got up your sleeve or strapped under your sweater That's cool, you live, you die by that cheap tool Even in his d**h L tell you what he went through Foul child puh-pow where that leave em cold now Even my own pops is a shadow, just an empty shell Yeah he failed, I'm just stating facts from my own tale How you live is what you believe and that's real