 Nationally, web-hand, don't fly Front-on digital, ATL and workshop I'm gonna leave this evil reef on, we're even-eyed Completely honest, we have all had dreams of being large You being all with all this theme I've lost to see him launch I've had several second attempts, I've learned lessons Step to the limits, this is never redemption Yeah, there's no Peter Tosh And if we're being raw, I mean my God You've seen the opportunities, we've not You probably thinking that's somewhere in between Winning the SP on ESP and the SP in Nars And my faith in humanity is lost The seats are broad, can you car or not to see it start? Streets is hard, you can't even walk Without keeping the heater on He will rob you if he think you got it It will tear him off and it won't be in golf Some n***a creepin' even caught me and dog I made a wrong turn, I shoulda had my blinkers on And seen it all, he ain't got me installed I saw the Reapers call us, I recall I asked him, why me? He said it's in my jeans, well then you need a mosh You little rappers think it's sweeter off You can get skinny black over your CD and stars Try to get yourself on, plug in the wrong outlet To touch greens, though your error won't be free of charge I swear I get better with time, though That's why I have no issues in ever telling you my flow These n****s can't stop me, stupid as useless I thought myself as probably more entertaining For you to watch me do it Back to the guy that made Atlanta first Believe in me, I rap it to the E&D I am the savior