(Woooooo)

(Yeah)

(Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone)

[Chorus]

Thank god for granting me this moment of clarity

This moment of honesty

The world'll feel my truths

Through my hard knock life time

My gift and the curse

I gave you volume after volume of my work

So you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out

Way beyond a reasonable doubt

(You all can't fill my shoes)

From my blueprint beginnings

To that black album ending

Listen close you hear what I'm about

Nigga feel my truths

[Verse one]

When pop died

Didn't cry

Didn't know him that well

Between him doing heroine

And me doing crack sales

With that in the egg shell

Standing at the tabernacle

Rather the church

Pretending to be hurt

Wouldn't work

So a smirk was all on my face

Like damn that mans face was just like my face

So pop I forgive you

For all the shit that I live through

It wasn't all your fault

Homie you got caught

And to the same game I fault

That uncle ray lost

My big brothers and so many others I saw

I'm just glad we got to see each other

Talk and re-meet each other

Save a place in heaven

'til the next time we meet forever

[Chorus]

[Verse two]

The music business hate me

'cause the industry ain't make me

Hustlers and boosters embrace me

And the music I be making

I dumb down for my audience

And double my dollars

They criticize me for it

Yet they all yell "holla"

If skills sold

Truth be told

I'd probably be

Lyrically

Talib kweli

Truthfully

I wanna rhyme like common sense

(But I did five mil)

I ain't been rhyming like common since

When your sense got that much in common

And you been hosteling since

Your inception

Fuck perception

Go with what makes sense

Since

I know what I'm up against

We as rappers must decide what's most important

And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them

So I got rich and gave back

To me that's the win, win

The next time you see the homie and his rims spin

Just know my mind is working just like them

(The rims that is)

[Chorus]

[Verse three]

My homie sigel's on a tier

Where no tears should fall

'cause he was on the block where no squares get off

See in my inner circle all we do is ball

Til we all got triangles on our wall

He ain't just rappin for the platinum

You all record

I recall

'cause I really been there before

Four scores and seven years ago

Prepared to flow

Prepare for war

I shall fear no man

You don't hear me though

These words ain't just paired to go

In one ear out the other ear

No

Yo

My balls and my word is all I have

What you gonna do to me?

Nigga scars'll scab

What you gonna box me homie?

I can dodge and jab

Three shots couldn't touch me

Thank god for that

I'm strong enough to carry biggie smalls on my back

And the whole bk nigga holla back

[Chorus]