[Intro]
Press reset, muhf*cka. Renegade Renaissance. And another one. Do it my way. The Yardfather returns. You already know. Back better than ever
[Verse 1 – Saigon]
I got a couple of deep questions for n*ggas that need lessons
The truth I deliver—you should consider these blessings
If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2
You should Google those too so you can know how I do
First question for n*ggas that dwell north
What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off?
A) This new batch of n*ggas sounding like switch siders
B) New York DJ’s for being di*k riders
C) Fake thugs and sh*t pretend to be bloods and crips
D) All of the above, ya bish (ya b*tch)
Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions
What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend?
A) Show ‘em how getting punched in the f*ckin eye feel?
B) Just wait ‘cause soon they'll be wearing high heels
C) Line ‘em up but just provide em with a slaughter
D) Or just admit this sh*t is Sodom and Gomorrah
The third question a question I take seriously
I know you listening, but I don't think that you hearing me
I ain't ‘gon front, sh*t kinda put some fear in me
Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy?
A) ‘Cause they really using HAARP to control the weather
B) If a building's hit at the top, it would hold together
C) They been saying the world'll end since 2010
D) We remember the sh*t they did to the Indians
The fourth question a question that's controversial
Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles?
All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders
Which of these n*ggas set black people back the furthest
A) Trinidad James and All Gold Everything
B) Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang
C) 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or
D) The white man that's running the game
[Hook x2]
You never was a killer, you never bust a gun
You never held a spot down, was never on the run
You never was a OG. No, it is not right
For you to say you was, then live in the spotlight
[Verse 2]
I'll strike the mag, smack the fag that said I jacked his swag
Then smother the motherf*cker with a Glad plastic bag
I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react
Doctors still asking me,”What the f*ck you so angry at?”
I don't even know, but they say one out of every three
Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder
Something about the bang, I like it a little louder
I'm just telling the truth—it ain't even something I'm proud of
You know you f*cked, jury come back in less than an hour
How you deliberate a n*gga fate in less than an hour?
Money is power, then power is nothing
A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion
Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion
Who'd of thought it would amounted to nothing?
‘Til I came