Corleone

A six-man, I've been known to win

Since I was a little kid and Fat Joe was thin

Back then he wasn't telling me shit, I wouldn't listen

Even when advice was good, I was sticking to my vision

If it's all times in one, I can think of the past hurt

And still got my "no head, no backstage" pass shirt

I never change my name or my Myspace password

No fathered on my style, so have a ghetto bastard

Why you taking so long in seeing people want the answer?

First I had a baby then my lady got the cancer

Life throw a kitchen sink at you in a major way

Guess my cap is my cape, I'm here to save the day

Hard to rumble if you ain't no beast

And now I'm training hard and thinking 'bout war, not peace

There's a time for that and that is not currently my status

Waiting for the sun, twiddle my thumbs, I'm up and at 'em

The night is young. I always know when it's over

When people get drunk and start talking very sober (real as shit)

I guess it's time to make the most of it

It's not how long you live but what you have to show for it

Not how I'm sinking in my frequencies

I'm made for the sky, I'm flying frequently

So easily I approach

The person sitting next to me flying coach

Blacked the fuck out, wake up at customs

Forgot to flush my weed, I'm all flustered

Passed inspection, collect my belongings

Life in the rain, no umbrella, no arming's

First up, nothing feel as good as earning it

I set it off to leave impressions that are permanent (point two)

The pricing always right, but always the cost

And the boss ain't always right, but he's always the boss

Yeah

I got bars for life and you're a fresh fish

I'm Charles Bronson, this is motherfucking Death Wish

Friends are worried 'bout me saying I need a head shrink

Chilling with a bitch in Bel Air like Fresh Prince

Serial killer that packs a punch

'Cause I just ate a full box of Captain Crunch

Yeah, and you can't cry over spilled milk

Did so much bad shit, I am guilt filled

They think it's funny when you're struggling with life

Like I'm walking with a blindfold and juggling with knives

Darth Vader in a room full of white Stormtroopers

Black tints cover up my bright orange pupils

Full of uncut dope like a Cessna

All my words worth a fortune like retinas

And I just went through turbulent times

Every verse occurred, I blurt it from a murderous mind

I'm moving like a man possessed, I am in a hurry

I'm Christine '58 red Plymouth Fury

I'm pristine just in case y'all worry

But there's two sides to me like a baseball fury

You're sitting catatonic

Flex like I'm on anabolics

Turn your brain matter to paint splatter like Jackson Pollock

Quit stalling. I'm King Kong the stone walling

Just give me the link, I'll stop snowballing

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