I keep on patching in without a cross stitch My crafts fine art, if you indoors You should have raised your paddle like a forklift The trife life is infamous for sending shook ones on up north trips My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list It's hard shit The options is limited See, they told me to build a fire that you profit from kindling That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the emblem It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in I still know where I came from though I ain't forgot, I remember it The streets is not for the timid You gotta be millitant Lil girl was fourteen, got robbed of her innocence My pain provided profit and the profit is instantaneous Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images Niggas on the block They totting Glocks and rocking they grimaces Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it Butterscotch suede stock on they Timberlands Tell me Is this how God created man from the start of our Genesis? I create these flows and drop me a gem in it Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington Yeah, we back moving My mans scoring like T-Mac, Houston All red with a ski mask shooting That boy was issuing threats But I don't really think he that stupid Shoot out your leg, got your knee cap blew in Leg shot, he in the triage wounded Thinking if he want his fam part of a repass movement That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid You understand the real when Life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent (Reap that) What's more important? The revenge or being there for his family? That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me Know what it is, nigga, big DrumWork shit Know when you see that DW, you know what it is High power rap, nigga Step the lyrics up fucking with us, nigga Cypher with anybody We back, hip-hop is back, nigga Conductor, we have a problem Yeah, Machine, baby Praise, praise the Lord, everybody Praise the Lord, everybody Now everything that have breath do what? God is good, what? And all the time, God is what? He's good He's goody Goody, goody, goody, goody Goody, goody, goody He's good