Innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven
The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
s*** I aint even gotta try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta?
In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel
lookin for a s*** with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend
um watch dis drake mopped common sad but tru look who he was on da stay schemin record wt frenchy n bawse common not hittin up dem lex luser dj paul lil lody shawty redd and midnight black feel me like jeezy brick squad juicy j uncle murda frenchy…