[Verse 1:]
As soon I was coming to the left, I been right at it, never loss a rep/Expressing through my illness, never loss my health, I ran hundred laps and never catching my breath/The f*ck, somebody next, hunger and vicious, somebody killin' depress, already know that yet/Now I pass it through it lately, run around try to be dangerous, you be kickboxing the slanglish/ Killed or be killed being the overtime, matter of fact I be killin' with my dopest rhymes/Now the mean ass killin' machine, known as the BSB, The Broad Street Bullies came to my dream so f*ck it/ KB, the midnight flow to go, the red and black is colorful/ Hop on the station, n*ggas be listen, I jam on it when n*ggas think I was diss them, let's clear em out
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I cross when a lot of sh*t talk when the kid sparking and forced them/I keep my low-profile when we closed them/I have a special rhyme when my bars flowing more often, I flawless with the flow, let keep on talking/My fresh came in my dream, my flow is so mean/I coming from machine when n*ggas don't like me/You out of the line, let see who have a friend, them girls knocking the boots and n*ggas was being pretend/Flow of the Centuries, kept it my chemistry, all of sh*t was opposite, and came for the better scene/2 years in a row, nowhere I need to go/The more battery murder coming from video/Bass kept rocking while I got from stereos, inspired by rappers by calling them hero/Now you see nothing, there's a zero, I do it for all my fans just like my people
[Verse 3:]
Coming from Chicago State of Mind while I bust em the door, for the thousand-one question while I bringing all/Till I switch up the flow, to know I seem to recognized, some n*ggas even know my steez/Pushing the pedal, I represent the home of the ghetto, I used to flow Ain't Hard to Tell, I'm Illmatic/BSB rep, I own my own sh*t, I started 95' all over this b*tch/Crazy semi-pro by coming the status, all the way turn't up feel like a ad lib/BSB didn't know I can rep that, I using temper rising, It look like is coming back/DJ's scratch in the cut, we in the ruck, now you just jealous while n*ggas don't give a f*ck/Uh, I'mma 90's baby, n*ggas can't hate me/Tell it to themselves while n*gga trying embrace me