Lyrics

[Verse 1:] I Got my eyes on the prize, Even if I was blind I still could play them keys, I got Stevie Wonder eyes This shit pumpin' in my veins, Feel it deep within' my heart I'm picasso with a pencil, Make this rap shit look like art Run a circle around the square bitch and tear her brain apart Keep em' stupid, You will think cupid, aimed and shot em' with a dart You was fresh up off the porch, I was fresh up out the Porsche Oh let me in time hustla' catch me runnin' with the torch Set a nigga' block on fire feel that heat I'm about to scorch Double XL with that flow, You feel the vibe, I'm 'bout to source Just a soldier on a mission that we shal' never abort I ain't even worried 'bout it I got a niggas' support Lean back and kick my feet up and let nature take it's course God got a plan for me, Just some things you can't force Lay a violent hand on me and a nigga see the morgue Bitches come between the money, Say goodbye, You see the door Dolla' bill the same nigga, Million bust up bitchin' poor Niggas' handcuffin' bitches, Whatcha' catchin' feelins' for Keep em' to a minimum, You raisin' my temperature Make it sound like a movie, Welcome to my cinema Al Pacino, Rob Denero, I am somethin' similar If eva' I be wit' 'em, Pussy poppin' numba' one Bein' as I pull up, Ask them bitches, I'm the one Laughin' at them crackas', Ha ha', Now the rabbit got the gun Once again the flow is crack, When you hear the beat I get cha' numb Rosa sat, Martin walked, and now Obama 'bout to run Got this city on my back even if it weigh a ton I'm a natural born leada', Momma' raised a champion [Verse 2:] Came to the conclusion, That we need a solution Drugs in our community to stop that pot pollution Let's start the revolution, Build an institution We still one 3rd a person and that's in the constitution Workin' for the man, I disagree with prostitution You see that percussion, Under my seduction I'm on that different planet like I've been through an abduction Beat that track up, I think I gave it a concussion Get high I be buzzin, Rain on that production I'm slightly out my mind, Sometimes I wonder how I function Fellows I be bustin, Chronic I be puffin Drizzle on your brain and when I'm done I stick the fork in He hangin' with them pigs, You know them cops, We call them pork men Death but dishonor so I can neva' support them Put them on my momma', Word to Obama See they can take your freedom but neva' can take your honour