Verse 1 If effort was food I am scraping the plate, 24/7 & 25/8, my grind is a thousand my hustle’s a million I’m whipping that batter get me the cake, hungry for more even though I just ate, just like a carnivore fiending for steak, Ciroc on the rocks, my crew’s in the building we toast to success and we’re drinking to fate, talent’s important but drive’s what it takes, no love for them players who thrive on their hate, I’m stacking my cheese on the top of my dough like a pizza and shoving that pie in their face, money over poverty for the ppl who relate, fresher than a stack a bills pressed off the plates, diamonds in the bezel of my watch and the face, from the bottom of the map but I rock in the A.... Verse 2 I left M-I-A just to further my grind, those in my way get to flirt with 9ine, I stay in my lane and I keep to myself for the same exact reasons that niggaz be dying, you don’t really know if you ain’t been in my shoes, every move made is to win not to lose, on this yellow brick road, wealth is what I choose, so I'm turned up on loud til I blow me a fuse, until that day I'm a stay fresh and clean, expecting the best and no less from my team, making good music getting out of my dreams, running this victory lap by all means, I heard that money’s the root of all evil, but being without it should be illegal, if that was the case then the government would be found guilty for withholding funds from the people.. Verse 3 My philosophy’s live and grow rich, one way I do that is by giving you hits, the pen game is lethal my whip is so see-through the paint is like glass with the 5% tints, I’m like Pac straight balling for mine, vivid with the rhyme like Biggie in his prime, only thing different is they’re resting in peace and I’m still here breathing in the flesh and alive...

Verse 2: Pistol popping police! trigger finger happy they laugh as we march in the streets, murders committed by their hands are the mark of the beast, wicked government policies enforced by the powers that be and it's obviously, the way that they crawl and maneuver methodically, got the people like sheeple moving autonomously, global 2000 is their aim as they scour the streets but righteousness devours the beast, My people deserve! freedom, justice, peace and equality more than just words instead of spilling blood on the curb, we're more than we are, time to see it within ourselves to know that we are, living particles of the stars....

V.1 All things living or inanimate, human or a mannequin, have a certain frequency like music from a mandolin,-pleasing to the eardrum, playing at the right note, harmony is balance and required on a tight rope,(side note) to LIVE is to BE is what I quote, starting from the egg and the sperm to the zygote,-I know you’re tired listening to these sideshows, the main event is here behold a real maestro, Redd Fidel is so fluid with the mike flow, exuding energy into the micro,-it’s nitro, glycerin boy! now that you are listening, journey with me on this melody that is sizzling,-isn’t it a joy that the days we are living in, affords us with many ways to get dividends, picture a world that we all live in, where love is the oxygen..... frequency V.2 Timing is of the essence and elevation is needed, meditation is medicine when the soul is depleted, so now I sit in a lotus and fully focus on breathing, moving chi thru my body my kundalini is seething, boiling over the top and connecting me with the heavens, liberating my mental from psychological fetters,-remembering Medgar Evers and how they murdered his body, left him to decompose and now he’s never forgotten, Love is the only healer of any heart that is rotten, hate is a known killer and targeting everybody,-both are emotional frequencies governing different entities, connected to either one is a certain energy, my people vibrating at the lowest of hertz, the devil is in the pulpit I don’t go in a church, and I don’t run to the mosque, the synagogue or the temple, I match frequencies with the highest elementals....

Verse: Many have come in vain, more than many have gone, some obsessed with the fame, others wanting the throne, but none of that is important while justice is being aborted, truth and fair imposition of law is badly distorted, another black killed by a police is reported, though the victim was innocent on the all footage recorded, while the guilty with badges to kill are exonerated, fuck the pledge of allegiance when we’re the products of slavery,-the prodigal babies, who survived the coke of the eighties, plus the crack in the 90’s evolving within the matrix, of a spiritual and mental manipulation, hidden in images and encoded in conversations,

V.1 We were good just a year ago, our relationship was a bond of real love and trust, now our emotional health condition is critical, and we’re anaphylactic when it comes to US, sadly upon me is who the onus falls, I accept the consequences that come with it, either we’re in this together giving our all, but if not, then it’s time we be done with it, but I don’t want to how about you, hopefully you feel the same way that I do, cuz you are me and I am you, the way we felt when we said I do, what happened to our big plans, what happened to our big dreams, they stopped being heard when our dialogue turned into screams, V.2 You were the kind of woman that I wanted, not to mention the one I truly need, with a natural beauty that you never flaunted, if humbleness is a fruit then you’re the seed, planted in the soil of our thought garden, where our organic love has become rotten, yet I still I have hope for us, and if you’re listening pls cast a vote for us, I’ll admit somewhere we lost focus, and I’m saying nothing new you already know this, it’s like we’ve resigned without giving notice, our electrical bond is now a line with no voltage, what happened to the way we used to laugh, what happened to the way we used to kiss, now we hardly even embrace, lord knows never thought it would come to this..

V.1 Pour out a lil liquor in remembrance of the Souljah Pac, and the homie Big, cuz the way they lived, was high speed full throttle with the horses running, thug life to the core 100 miles and gunning, live fast die young is the street decree, post slavery syndrome it appears to be, I guess Willie Lynch was right when he said that we, will perpetuate our own downfall and be, enemies of ourselves lacking love for those, with the same black shell still on it goes, as a result we had to bury two of rap’s elite, the beefed trumped up between them was in fact to be, fueled by the media and the corporate devils who increase in evil as you ascend in levels, out of rap a messiah type is to be, the same ones killed them listening to me... V.2 What it do Left Eye, what it is Aaliyah, I know you’re gone but in spirit we continue to see ya,- influence in the music of the youth today, especially in young women who dare to portray, themselves with an attitude of dignity and love for self as well as integrity, both of you set a mark in the game that can’t, ever be erased by time so we do give thanks, for your gifts that were shared all across the world, touching grown folks even young boys and girls, it’s a shame that the good often die so young, and never live a full life much less become, anything other than your favorite garbage rapper, or a slave on the field running hard for master, mere words can’t describe all the pain I feel, from the death of a loved one maimed or killed... V.3 Blow some loud in the air for Pop Smoke and Pun, Nate Dogg, Pimp C the other half of Bun, Triple X, ODB and Jam Master Jay, Scott La Rock, Fred da Godson and MCA, Eazy E and Mack Miller just to name a few, if you don’t like the picture then you need to change the view, faces on a T-shirt is what we have for memories, revenge in the air squeezing gats at enemies, society can use a mental lift, the world is cold in need of mental shift, cuz too many black youth are dying by the gun, America is a harlot that’s eats her young, Rest In Peace Heavy D one of the founding fathers of hip hop now you’re with world’s founding father, so as a ritual I’m always pouring, libations on the ground for my fallen souljahs...

Intro: Honestly I was never really one for commitment, but upon meeting you I guess I can notice the change. It’s evident in the way I walk, and in the way I talk, believe it or not baby I can feel it here inside of me... 1. It’s on me like unbridled passion, TLC This Is It Michael Jackson, yet this is way beyond what I imagined, mind-blowing in itself and the fact is, there’s nothing I won’t do to satisfy you, including laying plenty pipe to pacify you, I’m grinding overtime hustling for that good or bad money, cuz we both come from families that had nothing, I be damned if we repeat that same cycle, girl I promise nothing false this is my truth, and you can put that on my dead homies, so stress over nothing bae it’s on me.... 2. Everything I do is for the greater good of us, and when the money coming slow you don’t make a fuss, cuz you know I’m bred to get it out the mud, we always eat and drink the best and burn that fire bud, when I promised you the world bae I meant that, plus a lifestyle and bank account with big stacks, your financial security is on me, that X3 German luxury is on me, yeah I’m talking bout your green Beamer, fully loaded like the diamonds on your ring finger, I will never love another you’re my tender roni, girl you occupy my heart and that’s on me...