Check the flavors,
I drop in ya ear,
Giving unknown fears,
See these, guns in the rear,
Begins the draws of tears,
So why dont, you lend me an ear,
And hear,
The sounds, of the notorious,
Hoes adore us,
Haters can't, ignore us,
They just bore us,
Cut them cats,
Up under us,
As the girlies, become a lush,
Just keep it on the hush,
The DL, you can tell,
By the smell,
Of my cologne, mixed with perfume,
From the honies, up in my room,
Cant escape the boom,
Goes the, dynamite,
Cleveland, get ya head right,
I bang on all systems,
Shots of henny, in my cup,
Silenced, those tryna come up,
I run up,
Yo fair, dont care, mister mister yosef,
The next made millionaire,
I could switch up the flow,
Far from amateur,
So, peep the pro,
That sticks like pyro,
Haters know,
When im bout to blow,
Up the spotlight,
Keep the rhymes tight,
Envision my sight,
Organize **** tyte,
Hell yeah, im getting jiggy tonight,
different flavors,
Off of the height,
can't pass the plight, suckas mad
So they, gotta take a sight,
To my seeing,
Make those, non-believers consumers,
Guard it down like Dumars,
Detriot bad boy,
Wipe the blood, from my eyes,
Like Isiah,
True player, some of your best friend, be the main hators,
Silk suits worn, with the snake belt, to the gators,
I stay with more,heat than the equator,
Tell me who come off greater,?
The great Y, o s e f,
Punishin' ya careers, to unknown depths,
