Now

"...Now don't you be thinkin' that I'm preachin'/you ain't gon no creflo in my m.o./feelin' like a foe not a fellow/Black as hell but you ain't grew up in no ghetto/You just a rich boy/And you ain't throwin' no d's on b's like Rich boy/I don't relate/But then they go ahead and play the tape/Let me re-phrase/They click on the download/Then lose they head cuz they see that flow got they mind blown/And then the million dollar question/Why'd it take this long just to fuck wit him/Well...they scared to death, they scared to look/They shook/This food for thought that the Phenom cook/Scared to death, scared to look/They shook/This food for thought that the Phenom cook..."

Til next time

-D-Lock