See that nigga over there?
Yeah, I see him...
Yeah—that nigga dolo right now
Word...
That nigga with a chip on his shoulder over there
You see that nigga?
Yeah, I see that nigga
Let's run up on that nigga
Alright, let's do it
Yeah, follow me
Whatchu' lookin' at?!
Look, open the door
I'm ready for war
Barely in it a minute
And they ready for more, of course
I went from pinning the tail on the horse
To winning and sitting pretty
While I sail on the shore
I fail no more, I only impress
They say life is a test
When I'm on the trains
The only way I'll get an "F"
And she be riding my D so much
You would think the MTA is paying me so much
These streets are tough
The Bronx was a dirt pit
Now I can breathe through dust
I see true love and girl you the shit
I'll leave you flushed
On some Persian sleek silk rock
I'll leave you plush
See I don't say much
What I do is enough
I don't mean to be blunt
Like I threw in a dutch
But I'm two in a cuss
I don't move in a rush
Because me without a mic
Is like if Sue wasn't young
I'll put two in your lungs
I gotta get the loot and the funds
Hit the booth for the club
Then go on set and shoot like a gun
I don't want to hear a word until my movie is done
Whatchu' lookin' at?!
But who was 'round from the start?
Back when the only wins I had
Was playing Mario Kart
Young Dominicano
Living in them barrio parts
Lyrical cardio and I'll be a pride of your heart
Shot a dart in the dark
And I stuck that bee-yatch
Although I was alone in them fucking stree-yats
Bone thuggin', runnin' in my Reeboks
Waiting on the bus
Was like waiting on Detox to drop, took forever
Cold weather, only a sweater
Forgot my North Face
I guess my Momma knows better
She said cover-up
Before the gust of wind give you an uppercut
In other words, you want a road to fame?
My nigga, buckle up
A bumpy road is coming up
It's full of sweet shit like buttercups
But sour shit like motherfucks
Thinking, "What the fuck is up?"
Always had the toughest luck
But I've been victorious
Like Nipsey dropping "Double Up"
Rest in peace to masterpieces
I just produced my master thesis
I guess I got the faster sneakers
I can rap and I can act
I go to church but never slack
I'm such a bastard Jesus
Let it rock Jon...
Let it rock Jon...
Whatchu' lookin' at?!
I'm all alone in these streets
I used to mob shallow
I never mobbed deep
I'm all alone in these streets
I used to mob shallow
I never mobbed deep
But now I mob deep