Feels like fresh air
I can breathe
Long time coming

Let us begin

This is statlanta wih no em and no dre

Just nothin but that mothe$#&@in a (yeah)
They can't keep him away he's too resourceful
Getting that gwop with the glock by my torso

The young terror from the crack era
I turn never to a gaurentee
God speaks through me

This is my bio read my life
Tune your ears to my soul
Let my music bring light

No hype no gimmicks
Obie told me there's no love in this game
Most ^!$$%s od

On the fame and the change
But I remain sane
With my feet and my body engulfed in the flames

First album but it feels like the third
Countless mixtapes I'm a grind on the curb
Stood strong when the bull%#@! occurred That's my word

I am what the hood prefer listen her
A magazine can't make him or break him
I'm still the future double x l's mistaken

It's trouble when the monsters awaken
The top spot vacant it's mine for the takin
Throwback flow no breaking

Old zone swag off in Beverly hills I'm cakin
On the cover of magazines n***s hatin
The game lack creativity they just tracing

No equals too leathal hear me people
This is just a preview stay tuned for the sequel (part two)
I saw past what the rest couldn't see through

I am the young beast it's time that I feast
$#&@ n***s retreat may you forever sleep
Where the maggots and the earthworms eat

This is murder on a beat have a seat
Feel the power when you leave this beat
Having moneys so bitter sweet

It's like a double edge sword
When the blade and the flesh meet
These so called best rappers looking like fresh meat

Yeah so it's time to die
And I ain't askin n***s %#@! I'm just takin mine
Rhyme for rhyme soul for soul line for line show for show

The survey say stat quo
Those that don't know don't matter (*##$
And if you don't understand just listen to this