Sands Through the Hourglass - King Fantastic

I’m still that nigga daddy, I know it sucks, huh?

You thought that little shit had me proper fucked, huh?

Buckle for what, huh?

That shit sounds crazy

I’m a complete savage, that’s how the city raised me

I’m always in business, philosophy poppin'

Got culture to share, pockets full of options

I’m not stopping, I’m off that weak shit

Weak minded, weak nigga, weak bitch

Weak will having, worker and baller still got me laughing

So I’m still smashing, on the side of town where the waves still crashing

Still all action, yeah nigga after all that, I’m still crackin'

Praise the, I’m a god I can’t fail ask a preacher

A teacher’s teacher trying to make it better

War with the Berettas, you get your team together

You can bow it down, or we can make it funky

What you doing in the ring with a gorilla, monkey?

I’m death to a non-believer, I’m life to the righteous

I’m not asking for permission, a meek man didn’t write this

It was written by a man who understands that when the realest niggas winning

you don’t tamper with the plans

You stand down to the chosen, trust them to get you where you need to be

And I’mma get you where you gotta go

How I accomplish goals, you ain’t gotta know

Them niggas do it for the ego, over here we do this shit for the people