Lyrics
I'm the holiest on the block,
I assert my holiness within the neighborhood.
You can never tell me who I am or what I'm not
I resist external definitions of my identity.
If I die you'll be comparing me to pac
In the event of my death, don't compare me to Tupac.
Watch me reincarnate into a number 1 album spot
I believe in my ability to come back with a chart-topping album after death.
That's how many hits that I got
Number of successful songs I have.
Never heard a nigga tell me my shi wasn't hot
I haven't encountered anyone dismissing my work as not being impressive.
Never heard a nigga tell me my shi had done flopped
No one has claimed that my work has failed.
Have you ever seen a nigga from the bottom at the top
I've risen from the bottom to the top.
It's not the same when you ran the game
The game has changed, but I've remained true to myself.
Seem like everything done changed but you stayed the same
Observing a lack of change in certain individuals amid transformations.
Old niggas out here hating playing blame game
Older individuals expressing resentment and playing the blame game.
Constant fear is running all thru these niggas veins
Fear is pervasive among these individuals.
I been knew i had flame
I've always known I had talent.
I knew i couldn't be tamed
I understood I couldn't be restrained.
Been knew i was the one and that was never gonna change
I recognized my uniqueness and permanence.
I went and upped my change and now they giving out free brain
Increased wealth, possibly through successful ventures.
I went and copped some chains but that ain't take away the pain
Possessing material things doesn't erase emotional pain.
Still staying sane, still running round w the same ole gang
Maintaining sanity, sticking with the same group of people.
Still rocking polo t's, slim fit, i be plain
I prefer simple fashion, but don't underestimate me.
But you can never tell a Niggas bitch that i be playing
I don't play games with others' significant others.
If I write this letter to you, will it get back to you
Considering writing a letter, unsure if it will reach the intended recipient.
If you make it will you alley oop
Wondering if success will be passed on.
Feel like the world losing all they troops, niggas turning into bitches, doing what hoes do
Observing negative transformations in people, comparing them to undesirable behaviors.
All these drugs dilute love
Drugs are negatively affecting the concept of love.
Real ones turning into dust
Authentic individuals are disappearing.
How much does it cost to love, losing lives inside the hood
Reflecting on the cost of love and the impact of drugs in the hood.
I just made a way for us to get out
I've created an opportunity for us to escape.
Keep your eyes peeled for if you find a new route
Stay vigilant for new opportunities.
Ain't get to tell my mom she was the reason I sprout
Regret for not expressing gratitude to my mom before her death.
If it wasn't for her death I would've never put out
Mother's death motivated me to release my work.
I was just up north but i couldn't wait to go south, shit seem a lil better when your feet on the ground
Life seems better when grounded, possibly referring to hometown.
Grounded by my ego not grounded by clout
Ego, not fame, keeps me grounded.
So check me if you see me doing some lame shit out loud
Requesting accountability if acting out of character.
Tell me it now, if you f with me tell me it now
Encouraging honest feedback, regardless of its nature.
Don't wait until I'm 6 feet in the dirt of the ground
Express concerns before it's too late.
And don't wait until my name is the talk of the town
Don't wait until I become a subject of gossip.
All these drugs dilute love
Reiteration of how drugs negatively impact love.
Well I'm here to tell you that i really love who you was
Expressing genuine love for someone's past self.
Before the drugs you was once a beautiful thug
Recognizing the beauty of a person before succumbing to drug influences.
Before the drugs you was the one who got me my first gun
Reflecting on shared experiences before the influence of drugs.
All these drugs dilute love
Reiteration of the negative impact of drugs on love.
Real ones turning into dust
Re-emphasizing the disappearance of genuine individuals due to drugs.
How much does it cost to love, losing lives inside the hood
Reflecting on the high cost of love, especially in challenging environments.
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