| Got games stirrin out my brain and thangs |
| With my 7 Grand style I remain the king |
| Now Poochie shot Derek for a diamong ring |
| While a player took his wife on an island fling |
| I desire to swing, take you under my wing |
| I run you rap kids; y’all my underlings |
| The G-U-R-U, kick many notes for you |
| I keep a local crew, we keep the toast for you |
| I’m a peaceful man, on a Godly quest |
| But don’t ever disrespect cause I hardly jest |
| I got too many soldiers and get too much love |
| Still ride 'til it’s over plus they bust slugs |
| I ain’t overreactin I’m takin over the action |
| It’s my time nigga, you know what’s happenin |
| Try to play me, at this point in the game? |
| Must have a death wish, or an interesting pain |
| Let’s see if you can hang and bang with this momentum |
| Heads turn, when my name gets mentioned |
| A lot of cats owe me for the game I lent 'em |
| Phony fuck, he just out for the fame, I straight check him |
| The black Paulie, comin up the back hallway |
| Schemin on your contracts cause I’m that hoary |
| These days I can’t afford to let shit ride |
| It ain’t a phase, I’m stayin 'til we get shit right |
| You ain’t supposed to mix business, with pleasure |
| But I do the one and overcome, I’m in this forever |
| They wonder if the God’s still nice |
| That’s like askin if this blowtorch here can kill lice |
| Can I try it on you? I tried to warn you |
| You in deep like these niggas pulled out iron on you |
| I gave you instructions you failed to follow |
| Too late for tomorrow, time to taste these hollows~! |
| Late night get my grub on, the flavor big |
| Back in the hood get my love on, the cake looks big |
| I’m the O.G. you come to when you need advice |
| Leave this real shit alone boy you need a life |
| My persona was made from scars, mental and physical |
| You don’t wanna violate kid, it’ll be critical |
| I’m thirsty, and plus I’m built for this son |
| I’m 'bout to run through more cities than Atilla the Hun |