(feat. Daisy)

[Yukmouth: one long verse]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young ^!$$% ready for war

It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging !@$)gats are raw
And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having %#@!

Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always $#&@ed around with the big pushers
I watched ^!$$%z break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze

Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real ^!$$%z do
I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling ^!$$%z from my projects I listened to

I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as $#&@ and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed

Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob ^!$$%z
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot ^!$$%

But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer

with the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla
That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs ^!$$%!

We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra ^!$$%!