I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fukkin streets
And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nikka, his babies or his fukkin mama
I got a look like Tevin Campbell
But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for these trife nikkas bloods I spilt
Took what they built, flippin they drug game on tilt
Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort
Either way you're caught
And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; sky's is the limit
No more being some motherfukker's lieutenant
shyt, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or die
give me one jay-z verse messing with this in terms of multisyllable rhyme schemes.