Contraband 3

Press reset muhfucka

Renegade renaissance

Another one

Do it my way

The yardfather returns

Back better than ever

I got a couple of deep questions for niggas that need lessons

The truth I deliver, you should consider these blessings

If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2

You should Google those too so you can know how I do

First question for niggas that dwell north

What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off?

A - this new batch of niggas sounding like switch siders

B - New York DJs for being dick riders

C - fake thugs and shit pretend to be bloods and crips

D - all of the above, ya bish

Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions

What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend?

A - Show em how getting punched in the fuckin eye feel

B - Just wait, cause soon they'll be wearing high heels

C - line em up but just provide em with a slaughter

D - or just admit the shit is Sodom and Gomorrah

The third question, a question I take seriously

I know you listening but I don't think that you hearing me

I ain't gonna front, shit kinda put some fear in me

Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy?

A - cause they really using HAARP to control the weather

B - if a building's hit at the top, it would hold together

C - they been saying the world'll end since 2010

D - we remember the shit they did to the Indians

The fourth question's a question that's controversial

Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles?

All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders

Which of these niggas set black people back the furthest

A - Trinidad James and All Gold Everything

B - Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang

C - 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or

D - the white man that's running the game

You never was a killer, you never bust a gun

You never held a spot down, was never on the run

You never was a OG, no it is not right

For you to say you was then live in the spotlight

You never was a killer, never bust a gun

Never held a spot down, was never on the run

You never was a OG, not it is not right

For you to say you was then live in the spotlight

I'll strike the mag, smack the fag that said I jacked his swag

Then smother the motherfucker with a Glad plastic bag

I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react

Doctors still asking me, what the fuck you so angry at?

I don't even know but they say one out of every three

Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder

Something about the bang, I like it a little louder

I'm just telling the truth, it ain't even something I'm proud of

You know you fucked, jury come back in less than an hour

How you deliberate a nigga fate in less than an hour

Money is power, then power is nothing

A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion

Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion

Who'da thought it would amounted to nothing

Til I came