(Kane)
Sometimes I wake up
Early in the morning bake up
Wipe my di*k
Some b*tches may have left they make up
I’m who what why and where
Triple x I love it when my fingers running through her hair
Hold up hold up
Slow it down a minute
I had to make it linger so you know im not finished
Chopping up the beat like A B C
Throw In a book
Because n*ggas won’t read
(Fatheaddebaser)
I had a deadly meeting with meeting with leather face
I stared at his ugly face until he fell out of place
Sleeping quietly under my bed
I knew he wanted war
Then I heard the squeaking under the floor board
I crept
Out peeking out until the light
All I say was white and I was thinking that sh*t is not right
My teeth are all the chatter
My knees are steady knocking
My vocal cords said it all froze
Then I heard some talking
(Kane)
I built this sh*t from the f*cking ground up
Tribal x I just had to put my team up
I don’t shoot I write rhymes I kill beats murder flows I get bread
(Together)
And that’s how the story goes
(Fat)
Tribe x my kin folk
(Kane)
Kill a n*gga no pistol
(Fat)
f*ck around get burned off
(Kane)
Craig and Smokey get wormed off
(Fat)
Time changing im grown now
Kane is spitting on the phone how?
In my class of my own like ruby bridges
We stand a lot with deep ridges
b*tch
(Kane)
Yeah