Backdraft

I'm only getting started Presentation red carpet Remember i was one of realest Beyond one of the hardest My future show promise What i harness as an artist Is priceless for the market But my target is to feed Though my reputation precedes I still aim to show and prove Instead of relying on Word of mouth It's ludacris how few lead More follow the same route I think it's fear of failure Or they hearts went south I'm still supplying the demand When these others in a drought I understand It's more to being the man Than clout When asked How i could my plan Not be with doubt Because i refuse to settle For being without It's i the x replace the e Then add the z i dollar sign t When you spelling it Y'all like pine street hoes Outside still selling it Be glad im late to arrive Otherwise you'd be irrelevant Leftlane smooth When I'm liquored up Fire bud twist it up Let em know the jig is up On my pac shit hit em up Pitching what stick em up Call the ambulance Come pick em up On my p's and q's When im picking up Death before dishonor Only the kicks im switching up Auto pilot drip Mile high pick and touch Treat the booth like hospice Cause im sick as f*ck Dudes thinking they telfon Till like roaches get stepped on True to your nature More of you are here to stay I'm old school andrettti Checked flag cue confetti Left lane homey You not in my way I paid dues as your highness No light at the end When you blinded This side of the dark You not invited Especially with weak Jedi mind tricks No match for your majesty Ceremony mastery Microphone savagey Ask for me or oppose And challenge me Author of your final chapter I be glad to be And if you ain't on Don't be finished Before you started Washouts d o a Off the field get carted Chain around your neck Feel safe in a vest Mean nothing when bucking Forty-five degress from the shoulder So slow your role And stay in a lane If you can't find it Then you don't belong In the game Leftlane smooth When im liquored up Fire bud twist it up Let em know the jig is up On my pac shit hit em up Pitching what stick em up Call the ambulance Come pick em up On my p's and q's When im picking up Death before dishonor Only the kicks im switching up Auto pilot drip Mile high pick and touch Treat the booth like hospice Cause im sick as f*ck