When you are relaxed about You, that real shit flows like its suppose to.
Verse 1
LLord Trife
to LLord Trigga
Ahkmel Pharod
Guadala
AHK DA GOD
I'm much bigga
with more pull
than any nigga
who's packing that heat
with no hands and no fingers
fucking with a slinger
who will hinder
your growth like a garden
cause you kinder
now a dead ringer
in a pine box no singer
left rotten in the open
no digger
I don't know how these cats
couldn't picture
that I was 110%
before the liquor
I'm like the swag
before the swigger
the money in the bag
before them ho's picked up
thoughts smooth like silk
spits sick and slick like exxon
I dear another to
come and get his flex on
the truth be told
by the lips of an ex-con
who's harder than porn stars
gettin their best on
Brooklyn's Own still on the grind
and never fronted
so come get some this real shit
How ever do you want it
Verse 2
You know where to find me
in BK gettin my rest on
on the same block as smith
gettin his wesson
You don't really wanna
fuck wit a son who don't care
show's no remorse
and the opposite of fear
called ebineezer
cuz I don't share
with wack ass niggas
who hang out like queers
on the mic repping
like black chicks with long hair
you fake ass bitches
year after year
kill me with that weak shit
that non street shit
the pimp talk but at home
you got a wife and kids
gettin locked up on some ole weak shit
released mad early nigga
You's a snitch
i know your type
from the start to finish
you contract rapper
Vantriloquist
and fuck your ghost rider
cuz he aint shit
puppet masters got shook
while fucking your bitch
and yeah I had to go there
because I know the deal
just ask d'angelo
How does it feel
Brooklyn's Own still on the grind
and never fronted
so come get some this real shit
How ever do you want it
