In my prime
I'm professing my reason for rhyme
From the slum trying to shine
Stacking nickels and dimes
And pursueded the bigger picture
With the states and lace
Jesse James of the rap game
Nothing but yellow tape
Homicide when I ride
Watch me glide like glide
Killer we still fried and died
And laid to the side
When from cracks to dats man
That's why the ride sprayed
Chunking hundreds off the stage
Cause my bills is paid
Pimping the pen up in
a ga- gangsta
A- stacking change
Respect the So- a- Southside
Ru- a- running thangs
Ain't no beefing with
the No- a- North
Ain't no pl- a- plex
Just col lided and provided you
With music for your deck
'78 Impala Cheve,
sitting on top of Yokohama
Moving like I'm the Daytona
Transporting marijuana
I sing to a song- a, paid for it you a loner
I ball if I wanna
While turning heads on every corner
In my prime
To see the hustling nickels and dimes
Got a smile on my face
But everything ain't fine
Stay on my grind
I had to keep a cool mind frame
Day dreaming and fan
tasizing
FED's calling my name
Am I insane
Just think that I would wanna be rich
Though I'm living in a dream
And still loving this shit
The shoes fit
The game bout to get bent for chedda
Pull up on a box of chedda
With this black baretta
Trend setter
While FED's be all up in your name
Got a slug to fit your brain
For this kilo of caine
What's my name
Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all
I live to do you harm
With this mic in my palm
Am I the one
To shoot off in they face like cum
Three times bright as the sun
And your girl time to bond
So forward run
But the K is gonna track you down
For these heros trying Z- Ro
Bout to mash and climb
In my prime
Cause everyday I shine like the sun
Rap game phenomenon,
lyrically I drop bombs
Remember me like Vietnam
With a pistol in my palm
Bout to move my killa swarm
You should of remained calm
We some wig splitters
Dumping bullets up in your liver
You shake and you shiver
Nothing but casualties I deliver
Ain't no time for plex
Me and that Young collect checks
Fellas be bumping
and better respect
And running a check all Mo City bets
Z- Ro the po', coming through the do'
With a loaded four- four
From the 44 to Ridgemont 4
Taking trips to Akapoko
See my ends they done met with blood
Tears and sweat
26 letters the alphabet,
all rap I make bets
Pimping a pen and straight
Collecting my feddy
It's so lovely
My bath water stay bubbly
When I had some of ugly
You can't touch me
I think I got it under control
I'm feeling my riches
ain't too big
It's just my pockets on swoll
