Sands Through the Hourglass

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