Intro

Pero ven acá, who you wanna be? Drug Dealer? dime Rap nigga? You tryna save the culture? Ay dios mio You gotta pick one daddy Leave your conscious at the door We done hid the monsters in the floor I speak to the trap lords And niggas wit their hands in the white like blackboards I done been black balled And never gave a fuck 'cause I'm Jack Frost Of sellin' that blast off I'm on a crash course Where talent meets timing Christopher Wallace, Think Big, keep climbing Reasonable doubt, drug era, keep climbing I'm my brother's keeper, Lord Willin', keep grindin' As a God amongst men Rinsed drug money, I done paid for my sins Books and the lawyers, I done paid for my friends Still held back, I done paid with my skin The only thing missing is a cape on me You niggas wanna tag a late, great on me Put the fears in my peers, heard my footsteps coming from the rear Now it's murder was the case homie I'm watching this three ring circus Old lions don't roar, so the clowns ain't nervous Even you fools serve purpose Let 'em run amuck until the king resurface Then it's off with your heads Wear your little jewels, you could floss when you're dead They take samples of 'em, I make examples of 'em It's the thrill of the hunt, I keep my mantle covered Ask 'Ye who's loyalty more realer Ask P, who's core's a drug dealer Me and Tim, it's coming, it's gonna kill 'em The only great I ain't made better was J. Dilla Now we breaking new ground Get ready for the placing of the crown King Push nigga!