Yo, Check
Now picture that with a Kodak
You can see I'm Pro-Black, White
And every shade in between, Yeah I'm Pro that
My league is where the Pro's at
Supposed to know that
Got mp3s and Oh CDs
They be the Prozac, An anti-depressant
My crew hit harder this year like Manti
You see what death did, That shits impressive
Your hands high for my records, I'm eating breakfast
Soon as I make my first mill
Come back for seconds in seconds
And make you feel like my adolescence
(You better get it boy, You better get it boy)
I had short comings, but now my growth stunted
Y'all don't run it, a track is 400
My season won't be derailed like Revis
My defense bout to get a Sac, of the reefers
The weekend, freak want to treat me like leaches
In speakers, Kooley still high as the tweeters
We leaders, follow that
Liters swallow that, poppin like a bottle cap
Flow it got a stocking cap
Confiscate the limelight, your sound all hype
If bleach was in the bleachers and the crowd all white
They'd still relate
That's how I get through, my pen a trait
Or characteristic burying this shit
With lines like the Mayor Marion bury the district
Just bare witness, we carry a sickness