Intro

(Album: Dangerous Minds - 2015)

Okay, y'all listen up a minute
We gonna do a song that you've never heard before
And it goes a lil' something like this
Hard, on—on—on the beats
Hard, on—on—on the beats
Ayy, I just got a question
Look

What you talking 'bout? Some rapping shit?
If it's just money and hoes, nigga, you ain't rapping shit
Put a cease to your old flow, 'cause it reeks like a hobo
Nigga, I will DC send this Joan blow go CC, tell your whole coast we don't want that weak shit no more
Fuck these niggas, Pro' focused, nigga, my flow ferocious
Ride this beat like a locomotive, repping these streets like a G supposed to
Old school 'Lac with the muffler smoking, dents in the back, but I'm rolling
With a bad bitch and her ass look swollen, talking that trill shit as we coasting
This that realness, I ain't posing, nah, I ain't no killer
But these college girls, they love him, the streets niggas, they feel him
Got the knowledge of a scholar, demeanor of a killer
Recognize the dangerous mind, homie, you see one in the building, nigga
That revolution Marcus Garvey flow
I'm Bob Marley, though, even though I hardly smoke
I blew when niggas tried to call me lucky as a four leaf clover
But I furthered they style, don't need no Maury show, bitch
The fans is losing they patience
'Cause they want that original, but niggas is dropping out duplications, boy
Mobster all in your rhymes, but really you're not, you niggas is faking
Why the fuck is you broke all the time with all these so-called moves you makin'?
Hold up, trill nigga, better ask around
The only reason your ass got signed 'cause nigga, that deal, I passed it down
Gimmicks could last a round, this him to the legends gon' pass the crown
I'm stacking that cash up now 'cause every beat I get on, this cash compound, I kill it
I kill it, banks of snakes, I hope they ride and die
But it's not for I to be protesting on blocks outside
Die or the cops are swine, I watch my folk get popped and die
My nigga, D, still out the side, Texas heat, I've been out the pot
Fuck them hoes 'cause I gots to ride for the Gs in blue and niggas popping fire
This real shit, they can't knock the nine, hit the stage and niggas think Pac's alive
Alex Haley, Huey Newton, Gil Scott and Nat Turner, too
Dropping heat, boy, I burn the booth, Pro' be speaking that Sojourner Truth
H-Town I represent, and out the south to the east to the west
No disrespect the Cali team, but I easily bet, my nigga, we the best
Ask Slim, that my partner, Face heard me, nigga tried to sign me
Z-Ro tweeted "I'ma be a legend," Bun B quoted, "He gon' be a problem"

If you want respect, you gotta earn it
You damn right
You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did, if you want some juice
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know
You there to take them out
Any time you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead ya damn self