DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
{Chorus}

Verse 1:
It's he return of the monster
better yet I'm here to conquer
renovate the ganja
celebrate the fact that we from under
entrepreneur I'm sure GCE meditate like rasta
endure the poor in the game its all imposters
the promise of tomorrow fades out in my city
blown into ittie bitties even the whitty is pitted
molly got my teeth gritting I'm sitting looking for peace while I'm chill in now my government says I'm a villain!?
can u believe that shit
bitch ima breathe that shit
u bring the weed i click
before i see that shit
throw all the seeds and stems
so i get higher than a motherfucker we that click
we are the ones with the story that is never told
we are the ones with the glory that is always cold
with a past that be untold unfold the skeletons old I'm broke but I'm always on this songs for the ones who want
better listen I'm on a mission to killin my competition
my flow sufficient u feel the difference when i spit the illest
show everybody what ill is gotta be a realist
in a world that be a jungle u can never know what real is
butterflies in my stomach
never lie to say i done it
recognize we be comin dark game i bring the sun in i bring the fun in running u see me gunnin I'm stuntin to fuckin measure up to something

Verse 2:
Gotta hundred fucking reasons to remember the name the flow insane untamed my grain is game the same since i came to this universe
a lucifer till i cue the verse
till i use the curse to devoir beats like they wanna do me first
u impressed? wanna meet the best?
ur life's a mess and the lesson is depressin keep pressin till depression feels opretion recessions my pockets lessen time for aggression
better bring the smith n wesson bring the mess in
its tempting to forget the message when u grow with no blessing no pot to piss in listen no dissin we glisten wishing demolition for a clear vision
no superstition
idea collision provision release inhibition
fire back crack so u can need me when I'm gone
i spit facts so u can fear me when I'm grown
eyes click clack my tongue then shoots and ill be caught
bitch ima tie u to my tracks so u can feel my train of thought
started from the bottom no drizzy I'm fin to brawl him next autumn ima be the god of this art of hip hop stardom
call him
the king of the pen in a ring like a predator wins ima get up and awe them
use been in a killiln of boredom
these haters i tried to warn em
now they post mortym ignore em cz i got decorum
understand
with the world in my hand i man up no peter pan
till I'm burried in the sand
when i can no longer stand
y'all better remember Samzz