The thought is real simple
Trust nobody even ya own family
Cuz they quick to defame
Ya name but only shed tears
When they see ya fame
If i was a ghetto rap star
Rollin' in new jaguar
Would ya be satisfied of who ya are?
Knowing that im self made hustla
Creep on a come up
These bustas be watchin'
Ill catch em slippin' up
Still rippin' up
**** from my passion and fire
Breakin' all those who desire
My potency which be deadly
Destroy every things that touched
Now you ****** an OG of King Tut
Strong strut no luck
Im raw with my ****
Hardest in the pit
Once i strike everybody get hit
Falls rest in peace my fellow deceased
Killuminati i told ya trust nobody