Someone called the cops on him, someone told his pops on him
He was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him
Tucked, tucked in his socks corner
Chucks, chucks in the Charlotte Hornet
Cap when he flowed, then they all surprised on him
Yes, he's a Fuji, but he got all nines on him
Well, can't go prize on him
Uh, and he got that crossover
But he from the streets, you don't cross over
Huck, huck to the block soldiers
Puck, puck to the caboche
No, no, I don't know pilots
Uh, nigga, I ain't no pirates
Violence to islands, shout out to my hydrants
Put your hands up like it's a motherfuckin' silent
Well, I paid all my dues
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shot a million shoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got nothing left
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I used to stand on Vernon and Tim, burnin' the spliff
Burn on hip, wishin' to flip a bird
Yak burnin' my chest, black Surdy undressed
Strictly that army *, finish my shift
Pack on before the dawn hit
Anything I could earn in a strip, turnin' it flip
Watchin' my back, cookin' that pot
Makin' this *, cookin' that pot
I'm stressed, discussion with my clique
* we duct tape to connect, it's roughin'
K-9 knows he had the same role
I'm voicin' my opinions, I forgot y'all was there
I ain't know y'all was still listenin', be honest, I ain't care
Y'all don't get my innuendos, my interest
Y'all on some simple *, thinkin' I'm preachy
Yeah, my church is the world, Christianship will cover this holy water
Stuck at this phony border, it's custom to enter the mainstream
You must front and record a poor oratory, your life story corny
Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be, we fair
Well, I paid all my dues
Paid my dues
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shot a million shoes
K-9, what up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got nothin' left
Red, black, blue, and white
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, nah, nah
You got nothin' to lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me get up
Uh, remember when niggas said Nas was Somalian?
Baseball Cavs had the tag, like a Yardian
It was written, just came out, I was gnarly then
Niggas dreaded seein'
Me like a Rastafarian
We didn't know the dress code, though, we was bargainers
The knockoff feelers with the pumps and cheap cardigans
Niggas look corny, I admit, we was foreigners
But this corny kid quit to send you to the coroners
Yeah, I know my war story, I won't repeat it
It's just an injury, my victories undefeated
Thought you knew me, well, go back and delete it
I'm in every joint this year, orthopedic
Yes, the AKs are instruments, we do drum em
I'm somewhere between Killer and King Solomon
In the shades, I'm in the shades, I'm in the shades

Take half the face, we over-stun em
And treat obstacles like ass, we overcome em
Man, they really made me do this
I was peaceful like a Buddhist
But then niggas came and screwed it up like Judas
Now I'm screwed it up with Lugas
Rugas, suddenly intruders
Turn around like hula hoopers, fuckin' losers
But I paid all my dues
Yeah, I paid my dues
Yeah, yeah
Shot a million shoes
Difficulties and excuse
Yeah, yeah
That history never accepts
We got nothing left
So we triumph
So we triumph
Yeah, yeah
You got nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose
It's K-9
What's up, what's up, what's up, yeah
This one's for the world
This one's for your girl
This one's for your mama
This one's for your nana
Heh heh