
can we discuss the lesson pt. 1 like rational adults?
Lyrically versatile, my rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin' on deuce trey and used to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 Souls from the streets of the Illadelph-iadic insane
For monetary gain, nikkas is slain on the train
It's homicide for wealth, stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways where nikkas get grazed in the back
From stray shots, clips with hollow tips, for your spine
Or either remain calm, catch a rhyme to your mind
nikkas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfukkin-rap-muk with Malik in a U-Haul truck
I stand 5'7", in command of the party and scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye of your action cam
'Cause I'm down low, artistic exquisite rap pro that get the dough
It's the Philly borough dread thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo, like a nikka that boost Polo
Steppin' through the corridor of metaphors
Lookin' over my left shoulder, the mic still feel colder than before
