Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y 'all niggas wanted..
The streets was waitin '
here I am, a beast awakened
in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin ' bracelets
after years of bein ' patient
sheddin ' tears and beatin ' cases
I 'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!)
no more to say
words can 't explain like Rich Porters grave
this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent
the mind like a Nine automatic
graceful yet capable of causin ' damage
I 'm too ill, lyrically I feel I 'm too real
dough or die, either way I do deals
I 'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison
what other lyricist conveys such sincereness?
I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings
fearless, and betrayal with trust is given
now I deal with a few, I don 't fuck with niggas
it 's not arrogance, it 's I 'm-not-havin ' it
niggas act like they was sendin ' me packages
when I was upstate gainin ' weight and lackin ' friends
think about it, I don 't talk about it, I be about it
I get money and I still be in the Projects
fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin ' regardless
even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet
connects was tellin ' me I ain 't need a deposit
they were seein ' the progress on my net, smashin ' niggas
I was pitchin ', you was catchin ' feelings
like D 's when they seen they couldn 't catch my niggas
41st side, what, we had cracks in the building
the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling
it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless
I suppose those who ain 't like us feared us
the life we chose inspired me to write these poems
I 'm takin ' mine like the Rikers phone
The Realness...
my niggas waitin ' for this.. pump this on the corner..
pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell..
the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega
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