Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"Errthang I Love"
(feat. Yung Redd)

"Errthang I Love"
(feat. Yung Redd)



Yo these guys been looking for you all day
Who are these motherfuckers man
Yo, I hear you got that butter, Norman
You know me man or something, I don't think you know me man
I think somebody been misleading you, you know I mean
Something was up with them cats, either they was stick up kids
Or the feds, either way I wasn't fucking with em 7-13

Don't fuck around, I ain't fucking around
We ain't fucking around, we ain't fucking around
Everything I love

I'm in that winner circle, no squares allowed in
And all you haters that ain't feeling good, call in
Houston my home nigga, rep every song nigga
We hit the licks and built the bricks, straight up from stone nigga
Fifteen strong now it's on, yes I'm a O.G.
Fuck what they saying understand, these niggaz know Ke
Lord bless a true thug, back at it new blood
Still fuck with my plug, that's on everything I love
Oh yeah my close fam we killing, sacked up keep spending
Talking red carpet white linen, yeah my whole circle we winning
So I don't care what they say, stay the fuck up out my way
Cause we don't fuck with niggaz, and that's on everything a nigga love

[Chorus:]
If we don't fuck around, then don't fuck around
If we don't fuck around, then stay the fuck from round me
I'm in that winner's circle, bad bitches round me
And I ain't never gave a fuck, bout what they say about me
[x2]

Fuck what they say about us, never mind the fine print
This blessing heaven sent, it's just a testament
This here is plain jane, we ain't the same thang
I'm out your league homie, switch your speed and change lanes
The bright lights near, the check must clear
Race after paper chase the bitches, it's a nice year
High as the nose bleed, smoking the pro's weed
No time for nothing phony, just know the thang on me
My money mine homie, no need for number crunching
Them suckers count down, they know the rocket launching
Soon as I blast off, then I salute the blood
We don't fuck with niggaz, and that's on everything a nigga love

[Chorus x2]

I ain't never gave no fuck, that's right nigga we back
2014 to the finish nigga, let's get it

 

[fox69]

"Evil That Men Do"

"Evil That Men Do"


[Talking]
Yeah, I don't owe you niggaz shit man
Y'all got a real nigga fucked up
I'ma let you niggaz have it, one time check it

[Hook]
When you live with the rats, you kill all the roaches
They wanna stop me, but they plan is hopeless
I ain't perfect I'm human, my nigga I sin too
But it's a motherfucking shame, the evil that men do

[Lil' Keke]
Let me talk to ya, let me tell you a story
Bout money bout fame, bout fortune bout glory
I've been there, when the times got worse
I don't owe you niggaz shit, let me say that first
Over the last past months, you know it's been a lot of bumping
Snitching talking, griping mumbling
I'm cool with that, don't be a fool with that
You gone make me have to go, and get a tool with that
I'm 5"9, a hundred seventy five try it
CMG in the building, don't make me start a riot
My nigga T-Baby, he told me a long time ago
Nigga go on get your cash, don't even worry bout it bro
My nigga Russ one love, cause we go so far
He told me never sweat the battle, cause we winning the war
My nigga Poof Pop, no games no pity
Told me Ke' I got your back, you the coldest in the city
My nigga M-Dawg, you know he quick to go off
He say Don I'm riding wit ya, till the wheels fall off
My nigga Hard-D, he got me chasing a dream
He say Ke' it's on you, you quarterbacking the team
My nigga Big H.A.W.K. big brah, you know where it's at
It's one hundred to the end, we gotta do it for Pat
My nigga Tip-Toy, say this the one right here
He say Ke' it's your place, and your time and year
My nigga J.B., he fell right up in line
Cause we 24 hour fit, and it's the click on I
Seven wet and 2-2, man you know what it do
Cause I love y'all niggaz, and y'all love me too
Lil' C-A.G., man you know how it go
It's CMG-S.U.C., plus Sean Solo
Herschelwood, and I'm the Lil' Keke
And I be steady representing, for the 7-1-3

[Hook x2]

The evil, that men do
It's a motherfucking shame, the evil that men do
The evil, that men do

 

[fox69]

"Exclusive 8 Minute Freestyle"
(with Z-Ro)

"Exclusive 8 Minute Freestyle"
(with Z-Ro)



[Talking: Lil Keke]
Most anticipated Texas Mixtape nigga. Young Don you know what I'm sayin? I been gettin money. Lil C, keep stackin nigga. 1-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand in line long enough you gon get to the window homie. Ya know what I'm sayin. I been gettin it. Ohh, original SUC that is. The MVP nigga.

[Lil Keke:]
You know what? I came in this game, I woke up one mornin I was thinkin bout the grain. Jumped in the drop, seats red butter. Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter. I riding up the vard I thinkin bout some bitches, I pass by in it let em work on my switches. Now I'm gettin juice, pancakes droppin. It's the young Don in the way he stoppin. Never ever stop, I smoke good crop. You know when I hold, I come red out the shop. It might be apa, it might be brandy, nine coats of clear, I got that wet ass candy. Comin out the salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing I bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, I did it for the troop. And it's the young Don still rep hoover blue. What's up to them bloods, it's a whole nation. Gangsta ass niggas thug niggas on vacation. Suckas go home, my click still strong. I'm comin down candy red ridin on the bone. Bone insides lookin like tan. Drop the top and swang 4s to the sand.
Now in the water, hoes see a slaughter. It's the young don still chasin after daughters. Chasin after hoes, ridin of 4s. Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes. Ridin through the lane, holdin wood grain. Niggas know young Don Ke do his thang. I came for the title, I came back hard. Sucka ass niggas had to give me my car. Now they still hidin, look at em run. I'm chasin after niggas with the what choppa gun. Bustin boys down, suckas is a clown. 713 I'm the king of the town. I'm still underground, I'm still hoover Screw. (RIP) I'm still comin hard and I'm still ridin blue. I'm riding cobalt, I might be ridin navy, it's the young don only God can save me.
Lord, help me, please come back. I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm bout to spend a stack. I'm still sellin crack, I'm still writin raps. It's the young don keep stars on my caps. Everytime I ride, everytime I slide, suckas start runnin, boys start hidin. It's the young don, I'm riding in the car. Freestyle king still a fuckin superstar. I'm still a what king, I'm bout to live a dream. Everytime I pull out, I'm with a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than the moon, so much wood it's lookin like a living room. Inside in the vette, it's wet like a pet. Herschelwood Texas still represent my set. I am the king, listen to my tongue. Hoes start listenin and them hoes get sprung. I be breakin mics, I be breakin cards. It's the young don still tippin boulevard. What about this chevy? it's sits so heavy. I'm a break the game up if niggas let me. I'm outta H-Town, what's up Fat Pat? It's the young don hoes still tryin to chat. I holla at a dime, cause it ain't a crime. I'm hollerin at them niggas dressed in white Louis Vuitton. Boys in the PEN, stand up strong. It's the young don on the mic goin long. I can't fall off, I represent the south. I spent 20, 000 on my motha fuckin mouth. Now my rocks glow, 30 for a show. I break the hoe. Niggas don't know.
I still go hard, I still go what? it's the young don might be riding trophy truck. Sittin on the buck, sittin on the gray. Niggas better go home if they tryin to play. I never do it, I never stop, it's the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga don't pop. I don't pop trunk, I don't ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. Niggas don't stop. Niggas still hatin. It's the young don might be ridin, ice skatin. Ridin on them 4s, ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Can't see me, I can't be stopped. It's the young don smokin green colored crop. Smokin on the Kush, smokin on the Purple, niggas talkin down I only fuck with my circle. Only my crew, this what I do. What's up Screw You, I still love you. It's the young don, I do it for my son. Money by the ton.

[Z-Ro:]
Drinkin on soda, with the bar in it. You know what I'm talkin bout? I'm in the coupe, ain't walkin the lot. I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot. Fuckin with these bad ass bitches. But I know, they after riches, not mine. I gotta gun and I'm a cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down with Z-ro. And that Millzey, it's goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Don't talk shit, we'll spray ya down in the bitch (bitch) quick (quick). And all you niggas dead mayne. Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne. Ay, that's real talk. Hold up, RIP to Hawk, RIP to Moe, RIP to Chad. I don't need a pen and pad. I'm actin bad.
Hold up, I'm on that madden, in the crib one deep, and I'm saggin. Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time. Did 17 murders with the same 9. Goddamn nigga, I'm just runnin my mouth. But I'm still reppin the south. Ya'll know what I'm talkin about, walk in with the pistol, hit em, then I walk out. I get my motha fuckin bread nigga, and guess what I got? 10 mo bullets fo yo head nigga. Screwed Up Click all day long. I'm gon, but I can run my block from a payphone. Why? Cause I got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment. Trae I love you mayne. Real talk.

 

[fox69]

"Far To Go"

"Far To Go"


[Talking:]
One time, welcome to the ghetto

[Hook:]
All I know is hustling, and striving and feeling pain
Each and everyday, I'm surviving stuck in the game
Gotta get this money, this cash that's all I know
Done came a long way, but got far to go

[Lil' Keke:]
Alright just check it out, I know I'm living a life of sin
A thug coming up, trying to find a way to win
I'm on my knees, asking the Lord to give me help
I'm trying to make a difference, doing bad for myself
I'm on a bumpy road, so that's all I really know
Trying to slide through the do', but the money coming slow
I hustle up, and try to get some recognition
Steady searching for my soul, trying to stay up out the kitchen
This rap game, got my head leaning back
Got my family at the house, so I'm trying to make a stack
In a dirty world, but I'm trying to make a switch
But the game crawling up, it's so hard to get rich
I'm concentrating, trying to stash what I got
Record company CEO's, all these boys trying to plot
Trying to hold me a spot, trying to get me some fame
Got love for the pain, that I get from the game uh

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
I know I'm right there, so I'm working a lil' harder
Doing show after show, trying to stay above water
CD's got me grinding, the mic got me shining
Paying attention close, to the charts I'm climbing
I'm a hustler, really trying to get it how I live
Staying in battle mode, cause it's real in the field
I'm a soldier, fighting against the game I love
From the tears to the sweat, on down to the blood
Gotta get mine, with no time to rewind
These niggaz be left behind, out here losing they mind
But I'm trying to find, another life other than grind
Niggaz be giving up, but I'm steady putting it down
So I changed up, now I'm Lil' Keke the Don
Doing hits across the world, with that Poetic 1
We some trend setters, with these haters to blame
I ain't gon never give it up man, I love this game uh

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
I say never say never, a part of the G code
Drinking on that drank, I'm smoking and staying blowed
Whatever it takes, to put my mind at ease
I need the moola the cash, gotta have that cheese
A lot of bad habits, got me working overtime
Constantly trying to shine, got a nigga left behind
The repercussions, will make a gangsta change
Keep my head to the sky, cause I love this game uh

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Feel Good Don't It"

"Feel Good Don't It"


[Talking]
That light green, got boys head twisted back
We steady rolling up, we getting full of that shit fellas
Studio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot shit
This for y'all niggaz out there holding and rolling
Shop to shop, do your thang go on shine

[Lil' Keke]
I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get me
Donuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60
I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip
23's-24's, when it's time to dip
When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill
45's infrareds, with them extra clips
Hit the highway turning, Yokohamas burning
Seat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturning
We holding, we bout to shatter the mix
I got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6
And we smoking and drinking, what y'all niggaz thinking
Hit the lot quick, with them park lights blinking
Slow your roll, cause my game's so cold
Ain't no need to trip, mayn we out of control
Plus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we roll
Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold

[Hook]
Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top
Off the showroom flo', baby straight to the shop
It feel good don't it, and your chick want it
In the whip looking good, 22's on it
Now you crawling, shot calling
Me and my click acting up, man we balling
We do show after show, drop hit for hit
CMG on the rise, and I love that shit

[Lil' Keke]
Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect picture
Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you
I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop
Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock
Tell them fake niggaz, that they got to roll out
Walk up in Reliant, and the place sold out
Everytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it go
Boppers going crazy, all in the front row
I gotta let her know, how she work her shit
Lock up on the mic, like a new born pit
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spot
Boys running high, when I'm coming out the shop
Let the top drop, like that nigga Pat
Snitches getting killed, drop the bomb on a rat
We do it like that, keep a nigga rolling
Chumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you got
These thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spot
Gon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it go
These gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get low
Time to start wrecking, niggaz get to stepping
Never roll your slab, without your automatic weapon
Highway flossing, 23's tossing
Watch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossing
Increase my speed, fire up my weed
Trying to find another corner, and a block to bleed
Drop some salt on the Don, man I wish you would
From the mic to the hood, and it's still all good

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fresh Thangs"
(feat. Gatormain)

"Fresh Thangs"
(feat. Gatormain)



[Chorus:]
We in the city, with the candy cars and fresh thangs
We in the city, with the candy cars and fresh thangs
We in the city, we-we in the city
We in the city, with the candy cars and fresh thangs

[scratching]

[Lil' Keke:]
It's them Texas boys, it's hustle USA
It's 2-1-4 and 7-1-tre, we riding ery'day
So many toys in the yard, we don't know how to play
I'm talking trucks I'm talking beamers, talking Chevrolet
Fresh thangs, see if life is like a jet plane
Tops come off the coupe, frame it deserve it's own lane
City boys country boys, it don't even matter now
It's candy on that motherfucker, tell them niggaz hold it down
I represent the street game, bitch we out here chasing cheddar
Smoking on some Sicily, riding on Italian leather
Mobbing like a crime boss, thugging like a hood star
Fresh nigga fresh braud, crawling in a fresh car what

[Chorus]

[scratching]

[Gatormain:]
Ay, candy cars and fresh thangs
Bad bitch dranks weed, and the best bang
So happy to be a king, in this chess game
Already set aim, cause a nigga chest pain
I know a nigga, named Don Ke
He about the mic, like he was Bun B
Approach the money, like my ese Don G
Don Ke, I need a lil' bitch to come blow me in my Humvee
And my approach to greens, a mess mayn
Bitch stepping, wet stain in my piss cane
Look, the Gatormain is at his best mayn
All I do is dress, and let the bitches do the rest mayn

[Chorus]

[scratching]

[Lil' Keke:]
Hey pinky ring ice chains, we just love fresh thangs
In the mix in the game, driving niggaz insane
This here what the streets bought, Mr. Lee beats hot
Scoop a dime let her shine, touch her on her sweet spot
In the city acting bad, different color candy slab
Hitting blocks and turning corners, rolling like a taxi cab
Bitch I'm out here all red, told them haters ya'll scared
Nigga I ain't never voting, all my presidents is dead
I'm Don Ke hustle U, seven plus the one and three
If you wanna get broke off, then stay your ass in front of me
Houston Texas Herschelwood, bitch I got my H up
Swang and bang fresh thangs, niggaz get your cake up yeah

[Chorus]

[scratching]

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta's"
(feat. Z-Ro, Thug Dirt)

"Gangsta's"
(feat. Z-Ro, Thug Dirt)



[Hook]
We gon get em ready to rock (let's let em rock)
Give it up for your city, your sets, hoods and your blocks
We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)
All our people that be hustling, and trying to make a knot

[Thug Dirt]
We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint
With a strawberry filly, in the Expo getting bent
Got a eight, of that Oh-No
Tell Ro to bring some Sprite, tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do-do
Fa sho keep it real, represent your town
Your cities your states your sets, hoods where you clown
Gangstas get your thug on, pimps get your hoes on
Or riding big 20's, like a school zone
I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'
Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars, a marble flo'
On the Southside of Houston, you can find me off of Scott
Delivered with heat, that keep the whole hood hot

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Represent for your city your block, get you a glock
Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop
Gotta hustle and maintain, spit lyrics that bring flames
Refocus your brain frame, this life in the fast lane
Travel the game as a soldier, plus I'm a rich man
Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man
Pound for pound, built this shit from the ground
Any city any town, staying ten toes down
Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3
Paper or change out of range, these niggas know me
Hotter than fish grease, a slice of the big piece
We mobbing in this game, so these haters gon feel me
Pressure don't fade us, these rap hits made us
Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us
Fronting and stunting, better take that mask off
Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]
Got soldiers block to block, worldwide connected
Don't mess with the young and the restless, that'll be your exit
Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes
When a nigga be tongue flipping, they say we can't understand you Ro
You niggas listening too slow, cause I ain't gon lie I go off
And I go so hard I see my depth, before I ever go soft
I'm like a walking talking X pill, I rise boys up
But if boys cross me I kidnap boys, and I tie boys up
I'm about my P-A-P-E-R, pulling them C-A-P-E-R's
Still running off in them houses, coming out with TV VCR
Gotta go get it and come back with it, if I can't get it where I'm at
Ery'body everywhere be doing that there, just to keep they pockets fat
In break-yourself Texas, rappers run and receive they do'
Cause niggas with short arms and deep pockets, be CEO
Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it, then you hearing Ro verse
Fuck around and duck when you should of jumped, then you can be in your hearse

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Gangstas"

"Gangstas"


[Scratching]
Slim Thug the Boss (Boss)
(Boss) Slim Thug the Boss (Boss, Boss)
Slim Thug the Boss (Boss)
Thug Thug the Boss

[Slim Thug]
Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
The young Hogg out the North, that be running his mouth
Check my files, the Boss man do it G style
I live it write it, and spit it when I freestyle
I'm what them boys on the corner, pumping bumping
Or any hustler, trying to have something bumping
I keep the G's jumping, thoeing up they set
And chicks and tricks in the club, po'ing up Moet
If you rich or broke, we gon ball tonight
From 10's to 24's, we gon crawl tonight
Shot call tonight, you rolling with the Boss Hoggs
Everything free or V.I.P., with the Outlaws
So tell the bartenders, to put it on my tab
And tell the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party

[Hook x8]
This for my gangsta niggaz
This for my gangstas (jeah)

[Slim Thug]
I see the Northside thugs, G'd up on the wall
I see the Southside playas, showing boys shake ball
I see the Eastside hustlas, pieced up thoed deck
I see the Westside G's, thoeing up they set
Ain't no plex, we all trying to take something home
It's three chicks to one, so no niggaz alone
Bunch of dime pieces in thongs, all on the dance flo'
Ain't no rules we all grown, baby anything go
What happened at the Hogg palace, stays at the palace
I got spots in every hot spot, from L.A. to Dallas
You can't miss me, it's my party you can't diss me
Turn off all your clocks people, let's make history
We gon drank till we faint, smoke till we choke
Dance till we can't baby, ball till you broke
I said drank till you faint, smoke till you choke
Dance till you can't baby, ball till you broke

[Hook x8]

[Slim Thug]
All the ballas getting green, get ya hands up (get ya hands up)
All the hustlas riding clean, get ya hands up (get ya hands up)
All the independent women, get ya hands up (get ya hands up)
All the chicks looking fly, get ya hands up (get ya hands up) [x2]

If you smoke (smoke something)
If you drank (po' something)
If you ball (show something)
You got bank (blow something) [x2]

This is for my G's, and this is for the hustlas
This is for the real niggaz, never for the bustas [x2]

[Hook x12]

 

[fox69]

"Get High"
(feat. Devin The Dude)

"Get High"
(feat. Devin The Dude)



[Talking]
O.G. Don Ke, the legend Devin the Dude
Riding high, this for your mind man
Brain food, (feeling like I always should)

[Chorus]
I ride, and get high
I get by with the thangs I got, I smoke and I drink a lot
But I try, to maintain
And slow down, but I end up doing the same thang

[Lil' Keke]
I'm in the baking soda Benz, with the gold rag
Just left the coffee shop, blowing on a whole bag
I'm on some other shit, maintain and keep it hood
Smoking California, riding by and feeling good
You know that drank high, but niggaz still buy
I'm on some money shit, reaching for the whole sky
I'm in the lab, writing rhymes with a tall cup
The speakers banging, the whole room fogged up
Sour diesel in the morning, for my stress ways
Get a sip of O.G., for my best days
Cloud nine, on the stage homie start the show
I hear them voices in my head, saying please let go
Slow it down, put my habits on cruise control
But I'm hustling, need something to sooth the soul
Rest in peace, to them boys who got a lullaby
God forgive me, I'm still here riding high

[Chorus]

[Devin the Dude]
I creep you by death slow, I got weed in my whip so
I'm constantly rolling and smoking, but I seldom slip though
Inside fresh, like the plans for my future
Don't have my hands on a ruger, I'm not a man that'll shoot ya
I'd rather get the party crunk, fuck it bring the drinks in
Call up some hoes, and hmm tell em bring friends
Light up an inscent, but the weed gon' blast through
Cause everybody got a different, kind of what have you
We hitting it getting it in, shit's in the wind
When you try to give up, somebody fire up again
And you can't pretend, when the weight is on your shoulder
And you start getting older, and feel you need to hold up
You can grow up, but never grow old
And let go, when you ain't having fun no mo'
Nigga chill, better live until you die
That's why, I'm riding high

[Chorus]

Chasing down that money
Days ain't always sunny, I get by
Trying to stay in the zone
In a lane on my own, I get high

 

[fox69]

"Gettin' Paid"

"Gettin' Paid"


[Hook]
Got my mind on this money, cause I gotta stay paid
Running into fakers on my journey, everyday
Just because, they see a nigga riding high
They think that I be slipping, and I don't know why
I got this money in my pocket, making moves everyday
Laughing at these haters, waving money in they face
Even though I know, they really wanna ride
I pay em no attention, and they don't know why

[Lil' Keke]
Hit em up get em up, early in the morning
I'm smoking pine and writing rhymes, while niggaz still yawning
By noon I'm out the do', twenty inches to the flo'
Although bidness been slow, this mouthpiece fa sho
And I know that no hoe, can interfere with this cash flow
That ass we can bash, like grass begin to grow
Zero once mo', had to show up and po' up
Unexpectedly blow up, then proceed to sew up
Bitches throw up they sick, far gon on my dick
I was treated like shit, until I dropped my first hit
Southside baby, won't you scream it if you mean it
I done been there done that, 22 young I done seen it
Got some plex go on bring it, rap star but I can sing it
Twenty G's a show, with eight mo' I can swing it
Moving ki's and G's, on down to C.D.'s and LP's
Clocking nothing but thee's, doing this thang with ease I'm getting paid

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
This the space age playa, let's drift into places
Where gangstas turn stars, on the regular basis
You don't work you don't eat, lesson one on the street
I'm the only man in my mama's eyes, I gotta be on feet
But my mystery is complete, in this life long miracle
I must confess I been blessed, just to be so lyrical
Smoking blunts and pulling stunts, bitch I'm cold as a blizzard
I get in to fit in, then blend in like a lizard
It's the wizard, steady waving my wand
Be calm in the presence, of the hard headed don
Switched up on haters, grabbed the sto's and theaters
Put the steak on a plate, large estates with the acres
Put the punks in the trunks, put the frauds with the fakers
Got my grind on, shine on with my paper
How can you escape the, lyrical impact
That's coming through your chest, your head and your back
It's a fact that I stack, count mills to be exact
Rap game hall of fame, nothing but awards and placks
So where the haters at, so I could squash the chit-chat
Born and raised to break hats, and stay strapped with my gat
Cream mats in the Lac, chromey 4's be turning
Money earning my concerning, plus the weed I'm burning
I'm confirming the commission, while you suckers get played
Jam Down it's for real, forever get paid we getting paid

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
It's so hard to get rich, but easy to be broke
And these toss up's and cross up's, mo' niggaz get smoked
I'm at the end of the road, transacts for do'
When there's a will there's a way, dear God I hope
My career don't slow, or fall to something negative
Proposition and mission, is to be an executive
Cool calm and collected, intellectually respected
The body to the rap game, I slowly dissect it
I select the category, lyricists
Ain't no changing us, dangerous serious
I know ya curious, furious with your trigga
Your army's busters ball, Jam Down is paid niggaz yeah we get paid

[Hook - 2x]