Lyrics

Verse 1:

A leader of the new school the way I bust a rhyme, mind over matter going hard when it’s crunch time.



Point blank write my facts straight down the line, I’m on top ain’t nobody out to get mines.



You better recognize yea that’s the last joint, gotta keep rising to the top always on point.



So you gotta get ya mind right, got the vice grip flow cause my style is forever tight.



You don’t want it cause yo it gets worse, putting rappers in a body bag dead in a hearse.


Skillzboro got the game on locked down, focused on nothing but the business never mess around.


The new and approved general, the feds almost got me locked up like a criminal.


Break bread with the fam while the heat is on, rock the crowd all night til the break of dawn.




Verse 2:

Back again once again enough said, time to get more respect and lil bread.


These lames can’t touch me im ahead of em, talk tough like some good actors they pretend to.


They say I be going hard like the Lakers, one love to kobe no one can replace you.


Bringing the skills back I’m good on the mumble rap, i rather stay in my own lane cause I’m focused black.


Staying on point never let em break me down, taking every little step like bobby brown.


My prerogative nobody can’t change me, been this way since I was born ain’t no fake in me.


Gone for a minute now im back with avengers, bringing the best punchlines just keep winning.


Celebrating like I just won a case, I’m all about the hustle non stop to the break.