[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