I been on but I don't have to say it Poured out the flask for my brothers In heaven I have to make it Heart of stone for the bastards hating I don't harass for payment Catch him when he think we cool while we laughing flagrant Soak his eyes when we make exchanges When he feeling loose, I change the mood Let him moan on a nasty pavement All casualties they lack a plaintiff Gloves covering the tats For the fact that I'm close to actually famous Some say I'm on a path to greatness I really feel it's deceiving I'm reeling on a crash to greatness My environment so filthy When I notice little glass containers I think of whipping 'em in a trap house later It's why my people know They glad I made this So if I died yesterday you'd be glad you played this Cassius clay fist Smashing any trash in my path that's basic Drop a spade on his soul That's some classic Ace shit