One Round

they taking shots at me, and they cant even see my goals...

 

hammer to the head, like a weasel in the hole,

hole in his head, leave him leaking out his soul,

the price I would pay to see these greasy nikkaz fold,

Is a G, but they cant even keep up with the code,

Greed is the reason I'm a leader of my own,

jealous nikkaz getting heated, wanna peace me with the chrome,

voices in my head telling me to "leave the streets alone"

got a daughter on the way, my baby mama need me home,

I know some stone- hearted people that will leave you in the cold,

so I'm smoking on that strong, trying to keep me in the zone,

feel like cheech and chong, all this reefa to the dome,

and life is a bitch, but I could never treat her wrong,

trust in me deeply, it ain't easy being grown,

so I'm giving you a piece of mind, as I'm bleeding lyrics on this song,

but once you hear it I'll be gone,

with that microphone...

 

on a whole nother level,

got a hold of the medal,

honor me, gold bezzel,

so clever, got the devil second guessing,

who the hottest, smith and wesson,

to the chest gone leave em breathless,

so much more than they expected,

who going check him.?

 

I'm exquisite, and I'm reckless,

I'm explicit, and I'm hectic,

I'm a realist ain't no flexxin,

I'm the realest, no exceptions,