44 Murder (Intro 4.0)

Virtuoso Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga Didn’t wanna address the obvious but y’all forced it on me You niggas corny and phony Like them niggas on Power that worked for Tommy I don’t condone it but I don’t knock it Realest season 7 you should come watch it Or binge listen I been trynna teach em how to trap But they ain’t been listening Speaking on a game that they don’t know Like play by play from the trap via Sal Palintonio Me I really lived it not just a witness Really had to get it Not that hustling just to fit in shit Fortune 500 money we ran it like a business Then went started All Family on some really next of kin shit I Guess you niggas either fresh out the cloning station Or stressed out and twitching from all that oxycodone you taking I hope I’m wrong, I hope I’m sadly mistaken But I know longer condone anythang that prolongs black awakening Rap hit different when you got bars to begin with And ain’t gotta get into character on some make up and pretend shit Snakes out here living under false pretenses Just know It’s either if you ever cross these fences, yea uh This ain’t a movie this real life boys still cant get right Cause when I spit that real shit it don't sit right Every song I wrote I really lived it before This is rap's deja vu I opened Pandora’s door Or the box, or whatever that’s about Thinking beyond the block Im rapping unorthodox, yea But please don’t play with me though Fuck around be in the ER getting stitched like Lilo Got bad blood between us like Decklan and Don Vito Trying to have everythang going my way, like I'm Carlito, uh Although I’m the son of a prominent preacher Left my DNA in the streets with dominant features Without prominent features, I carved my own niche I always been a leader, I dug my own ditch If anybody built me my ego did it I’m starting to only vibe with women that are Afro eccentric This flow ain’t eco friendly, nah I’m smoke free But these bars a smoke beef with any negro living yea Don’t be confused by that autotune I only like it because it sounds cool But can put hard bars together Like I used power tools, nah Don’t be confused when I play the fool King side a weak opponent that’s my favorite move, uh This chess not checkers you probably never seen it coming Different strokes for different folks, I’m the black Phillip Drummond Might adopt a few rappers and take em under my wing Teach em chords on the piano and keys and scales when they sing Talking real keys and scales not clocks and bails They already went that route and I seen a lot of em fail To the average rap consumers I’m a late bloomer But I been nice with the flows before Meek signed with Puma Before I got my diploma Me and Big Jazz used to spazz before rap went to computers Clapped for niggas that was quiet for me Guess I been so good for so long they getting tired of me That’s probably how Hov feel Not to compare but when you over 30 they act like you can’t flow still Like a nigga skills is road kill I’ll out rap the best of em, and I know that nigga Hov will I’m cold for real for real My flow was dope when you niggas had oats In yo Enfamil (Fucking imbeciles) Since I was knee high to a butterfly All l knew was to get money and to try to make it multiply, uh Switch up my flow every album like I switch up my hoes Don’t take my realness so serious sometimes I joke Pressure that gets applied is more than what meets the eyes I’m from where people be surprised when you survive and beat the odds uh They be surprised you still alive Sometime it be yo closet guys that's praying for yo demise, uh Kept a burner and a burner phone Turned into Colonel Sanders soon as I would turn them burners on Chicken cooker, bad bitch from out of town flight booker Semi pimping round this bitch I kept some nice hookers I’m on that Anthony Davis forcing a trade shit Wishing I could trade half of the bitches I ever laid with I’m not bitter nor a quitter But if I could do some shit different, I'd keep a lot of shit realer YeaI know I'm Telee Tha Realest But let’s not front like real niggas, still don’t lie to these bitches, uh The swagger continues In my finest hour the realest gone rise And from here on out I might just be the last of my kind They keep running back to the bank but it’s been closed Seen niggas go belly up over skanks that been hoes, uh I’m not judging but trust me, I’m stiff with policy I’m not budging Give lil niggas a jump and they starting thinking they Muggsy If mama was living I'd give her gold ivory’s and lilly's 20 20 vision I’m seeing a lot shit clearly Block out anything that’s absorbing my energy Pray to God that I don’t have to make orbs out of my enemies 3 4’s in the title got me feeling entitled In tune with the ancestors so my wave is tidal Out did myself with this one I’m your new favorite writer Virtuoso in the booth, this is a solo cypher