At times I window watch
at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life
will I win or fail
Mind of a shooter
CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in
it’s unlawful
Money is attractive
honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear
she’s classic
Stroll up in the party
titanium black car
Romanian ladies like
Casablanca Casbah
Cept we in the VIP area
that’s ours
You know the real rap gods
typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories
the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments
don’t take away their dreams
You 16 you could do 20
come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40
Holmes you’re done
What have we become
Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to
Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold kid
the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus
yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas off
of your shoulders
This ain’t the Truman Show
it’s the human show
Ask the F B I agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser
with intents to erase you
It’s U S A
against the gangsta
where’s the love
Love I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung
It’s not love
That’s fucked up
but I saved your soul
Roll that up
Sometimes I sit on the bench
just to watch the game
Feet on cement
there ain’t a mobster living
I could name
Who made it out rich
in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like
wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical
thug nigga was my rank
Cept I had a vision above niggas
what I think
It’s crazy how many brothers come
where I come from
Some made it out big
some dead some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock up
Younger generation
they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing separating themselves like
they not us like
Cops’ll look at you like they look at me
That’s preposterous
Ain’t it gangsta how your man made it
I’m humble
One gun one crazy ass nigga
that’s Jungle
Now we having babies
cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us
we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful
the love is mutual
Even though me and
Jung ain’t show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand
tell him he the man we love you
Your pops was king
you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes
already you tuck
Inherit your dad’s swag
it’s George Jefferson’s strut
Stay flyest they gon’ want to know
what in your diet
Don’t be surprised
if they want to check
your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate
they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do
you just stay a man of honor
I’m a street corner nigga
New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper pass it out
might blow it with you
It ain’t the Truman show
it’s the human show
Ask the F B I agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser
with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper
I got love
Love I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung
It’s not love
That’s fucked up
but I saved your soul
Roll that up