More Than Music

Yo, I try to be easy
 I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy
 I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me
 Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them
 We can play now, this is a war not a playground
 We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
 Wills for us any day now, cops with their wall to wall raids down
 I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving
 Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
 Or the plunger they stuck to Lumina
 So I'm stuck with this Nina, I'm stuck with this finger
 Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump
 Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
 Only for period, yep, I could relate to math
 Played games, but the games was bad
 You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at
 Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad
 That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker
 Gotta him to work and yeah, chopping the work up
 Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me
 Taught him how to cook, livin' his work up
 Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty
 Gotta do it like this shorty
 Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty
 Fuck with me
 This is a movement, this is a union
 This is more then what you people call music
 I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
 Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
 Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
 Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
 This is powerful music that I bring to the table
 The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy
 You motherfuckers really don't know
 You motherfuckers really wont know
 I'm real fucka, I really wont fold
 I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads
 Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road
 The pain I feel, I really wont show man
 The game is real, I really don't know Cam
 If I'ma make it or not
 But my plan was to take it straight to the top
 Bring my fame to the block, with me
 Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me
 Till the day I'm laid on the block, with shots in me
 Stay weeded, stay cheffing a blunt
 Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope
 Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes
 Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes
 You better believe, one thing I was always taught
 In my household you better achieve
 No matter what you do, you better succeed
 That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me
 So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen
 Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing
 Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it
 Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it
 This is the Matrix, I take it we live in
 Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me
 Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten
 My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin'
 Shoot shit, shit is poppin'
 Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me
 Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already?
 Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa!
 This is a movement, this is a union
 This is more then what you people call music
 I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
 Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
 Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
 Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
 This is powerful music that I bring to the table
 The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy