I know you niggas can't stand it When I finally get the green in pockets I'm change in the world Like Captain Planet I don't worry about the rats in my seller Sniffing around for the cheese I'm worried about my kids grow up Getting punk'd by the streets And don't take it from me I'm leaving a legacy For both my kids to plant seeds For their own future And If they come to me I'm taking over like management And reinvesting into new companies I broke it down Towards all of my brand new investments Handed memorabilia down before My kids surpass adolescents Life after them was a blessing From what I helped bring into this world Man they both share my essence I got rid of the past So I can strongly focus on the present No longer holding onto resentment I was feeling a little convalescent I had to make a few minor adjustments As I chiropract'd my way outta Antidepressants I'm surprised myself that I'm still alive As I dug my way out of the trenches And now I'm back with some weapons Imma be everywhere around the globe Like carman SanDiego In other words My nigga I'm omnipresent Left a package of the steps Man they paid me In severance Imma wrap it up Your lucky I gifted your ass with my presence The flock always bows down to the king Including the peasants I'm Reload a few bucks shots man I'm counting seven And aim it back at them niggas Like I was hunting for pheasants Lay it out on the table Like I was folding linens I keep the piece John lenon When I squeeze it I'm juice' em out cypher seeds into the crowd Like I'm picking off lemons Summer time vibes They got me off of my Def jams You swear I was the eye to the Apple they mistook me for Russell Simmons Even if I was plowing my seeds Into the earth My legacy will grow on Until the next one gives birth Shit I know my own worth Been struggling with this music shit Heavy is the girth that I've gained I know the truth hurts But if I didn't clap back with my music shit Current events and situations Would be much worse Like the time I got caught stealing change outta My mom's coin purse My sins were building up Moms forced me to go to church I'm a mystery like DaVinci When he painted the Mona Lisa Catch me on the line and put' em on hold Like I was ordering pizza I'm bringing the hammer out Like it's hot and ready When I turn the speakers up from Out of the whip I'm Burning rubber like Andretti I said Y'all niggas weren't ready Chef boyardi cooking up the pot You better wait in line Cause I ain't talking spaghetti I'm a mastermind With my own time I take the time to polish my rhymes And paste that mother fucker back into the line Steady is the balance I have When I'm on my grind I never talking outta my ass about What I leave behind