[Intro: KR]
*Natural Disaster*
Somebody better tell 'em
I'm tired of you whack ass n*ggas know you hating ass n*ggas like me
I heard you talk that sh*t all day trynna get like me
[Verse 1: KR]
Yeah I'm back, the trendsetter
Flow high with no sweater
Passion for this rap, f*ck around and write love letters, I ain't
Banging the game and slanging the caine but I promise
n*ggas watching, it's time for a change
When I pop that chrome, it's two black's gone
And now these n*ggas dead, it's funny how your homies is enemies when it comes to bread
f*cked up world, you ain't f*cked up you lost some
When I lost these girls, it just turned me into a boss so now I'm back with my sh*t
I ain't p*ssed in a bit
My tolerance is getting short cause you n*ggas don't come or quit
Lost soul that ain't been found they drop jaws when I'm around
I just pray I got enough talent to hold my city down
But I leave that in god's hands I ain't bowing to no man
From a block where n*ggas shoot and they selling the crack in grands
Momma told me that my dad said that I was a mistake
Now eightteen years later people bumping my mixtape
What a blessing, n*gga get off your ass get on your job
Got family and friends that's praying to god that I pop
But until that day come, just trust that I'll never stop
But you can do the same sh*t, so I'll see you at the top
Wassup, yeah
I'll see you at the top, what's up
Welcome to the mixtape