[Verse 1]
Yo
Yo, sucka n*ggas fall back when I clap that
Get clapped at, see me reaching into my knapsack
My backpack where I stash raps and plastic for the Kat Stacks
Up in the hood with the snake grass and rat traps
I flash back to '97 in the B-More (Baltimore)
On the stoop with some clean ass kicks that clear a beeper
My n*gga hit me early this morn he need the cheva
Peace peace be the buddha, shibass me be a leader
For the revolutionary, just want to breath easy
The floors squeak as I walk in the speakeasy
They speak greasy, about me C-H-E-Z
Check that the reaper arrived
And I'm livest one
[Hook x4]
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
I know them n*ggas run up
I be livest one
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
[Verse 2]
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be
My mind way to complex for me to digest the psychology
Murder the masses, smooth criminal, verbal assassin
When I get in that ass there's no apologies
Mack 11 gotta squeeze, it's fine dude
Do or die, streets hot as cheese
Melt, n*gga we bring funk like cottage cheese
Funny dressing, they gone run cause he's not a G
And I'm a prodigy, I honestly c*ck back the Rolly
With the wally being click off, I get p*ssed and turn Columbine
You hologram ass n*ggas can never prophesize
Drop guys left and right
Cause I'm the livest one
[Hook]