In the land of lovers there’s a gap east of Cumberland
Peace to landlubbers, it’s the none other than the son of Sam
Motherfuckers gonna understand I’m a cunning man
Heard you movin birds like Cunningham for a couple grand
Come Easter bet you don’t make a peep
All my buddies rap and they packed in the Jeep
All black and he back in the street
Winter time see the breath, hone my craft with the fleet
Back in autumn homie told me that I owed him
Thought somebody woulda taught him who be sittin on the totem
So I told him, toolies never had to tote em
Cuz I’m rollin with a pack that keep a sack for ya scrotum
Reminisce when I was younger with a hunger
Crush the 40 on a dumpster piss in gutters in the summer
Now I’m a seasoned Veteran
10th grade I was a varsity letterman
Sike but nah for real tho I could ball like a Jefferson
Too small to be a center but was fat enough to set a pick
Wiped ass with the brochure
Pigs midtown like everything’s kosher
Dark clouds loomed over
But never been too shook to look over doomed shoulder
On the corner like a used sofa
With a rat, a couple dogs, and a few cobras.