King Fantastic - Sands Through the Hourgla** lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese One] I'm still that n***a daddy, I know it s**s, huh? You thought that little sh** had me proper f**ed, huh? Buckle for what, huh? That sh** sounds crazy I'm a complete savage, that's how the city raised me I'm always in business, philosophy poppin' Got culture to share, pockets full of options I'm not stopping, I'm off that weak sh** Weak minded, weak n***a, weak b**h Weak will having, worker and baller still got me laughing So I'm still smashing, on the side of town where the waves still crashing Still all action, yeah n***a after all that, I'm still crackin' Praise the [?], I'm a god I can't fail ask a preacher A teacher's teacher trying to make it better War with the Berettas, you get your team together You can bow it down, or we can make it funky What you doing in the ring with a gorilla, monkey? I'm deaf to a non believer, I'm life to the righteous I'm not asking for permission, a meek man didn't write this It was written by a man who understands, when the realest n***a's winning you don't tamper with the plans You stand down to the chosen, trust them to get you where you need to be And I'mma get you where you gotta go How I accomplish goals, you ain't gotta know Them n***as for the ego, over here we do this sh** for the people