The darker the berry, forbidden the fruit
They still want a bit of the juice
If they do not hear, then they gotta feel
And my people gotta recoup
They say, "Where you been?", I been on a mountain
Growin' my hair and findin' my powers
Know how I'm feelin'? I doubt it
I feel like [F]my [A]dreams are crowded
And I don't like [F]bad energy 'round me
Still, I wish all [Em]the best to [C7]an enemy
To my [A]suh-suh-suh-suh with the jealousy
And the mix up look better without me
All I need is a piece or a portion
Day-to-day, I don't do too much talkin'
Hate when they take my [A]words and [Bm]distort 'em
Muddy waters, I'm steppin' with caution
Day-to-day, I just step and [Bm]finesse
Paying dues with my [A]daily due diligence
Mama told me keep all [Em]my [A]ɾeceipts
Bring it back and [Bm]divide up the dividends
Bring it back on [C7]my [A]back like [F]an Avirex
I can't ɾun, end up creasin' my [A]Forces
I ɾemember when nobody call [Em]me
Now they gotta call [Em]me important
Maybe [Am]my [A]hair too nappy, my [A]lips too big
My nose too wide, my [A]dick too big
My fist too high, the gang came with
Nobody goin' home until we all [Em]get ɾich (whoa)
Came back with a vengeance
Entered through the exit
Why they still watchin' my [A]entɾance?
Should've been watchin' intentions
Should've been watchin' me close
Respect, why my [A]name get mentioned?
No need for [Dm7]the flex and [Bm]boast
Me and [Bm]them [A]got [Fm7]no ɾesemblance
Why you [A7wanna chat about pen
When you [A7couldn't even finish that sentence?
Why you [A7wanna talk about skengs
When you [A7couldn't even carry that weapon?
When these bruddas gonna learn their lesson?
With the pen, I'm way too seasoned
Better mind that you [A7don't get peppered
Flambéed, sautéed, oh, wait
Wanna know why a brudda flex so much?
But whips and [Bm]chains in my [A]history
Check my [A]stats of open doors
One or two seats ain't enough for [Dm7]me
Dealin' shit where the codeword Troy
That's one big horse for [Dm7]the cavalry
Sticks and [Bm]stones, flesh and [Bm]bones
Forty was [Am7]tough, but I might still bleed
Maybe [Am]my [A]hair too nappy, my [A]lips too big
My nose too wide, my [A]dick too big
My fist too high, the gang came with
Nobody goin' home until we all [Em]get ɾich
