... I sense they hate the positions that I'm amongst/ They feel the Boy's absence and they hate what the Boy's become./ I play it low-key , they assume its dwindling funds/ They test the Brother../ Throw shots, he's the kevlar-vested Brother/ Still I stand tall, I'm the Predestined Brother The Manchurian Candidate like I'm Denzel's Brother/ Get the first Benz to hover/ Offend your mother/ Covet your lover/ End of discussion (end of discussion..)/ These Niggaz don't talk no progress, you know why?/ 'Cause Niggaz don't talk no process/ Some young Niggaz, roaming the streets on some lost shit/ MY Young Niggaz, feast on the block.. Dunbar shit (Dunbar!) (Yup)/ And you can hash tag that/ I'm in the bando , backwoods, bringing hash back/ Or the 50's of sour, the 50th power is 48 after the S.S.*/ Could've had shorty clipped it'd be less stress/ I could put the hit out/ Knock it down to temp and then serve the whole bid out/ Back against the wall I'm A.Z. with the kid out**/ Tryin' to make it look good, I know they'll put the pic out! (tuh)/ So the rented goons we send out/ Tinted coupes flooded with jewels and then its sent out/ And then we Pray...