Wild Card (Explicit)

I gotta lay it down

Been a minute now

Since I was born for the hustle

Built like a castle

I got rules I don't mention

They prove my intention

Rippin on the east side of senek

Ima come for you with a drive by

Got a hustle on the side

I got my business in mind

I don't like young cats pushing T

But they hating on the truth

I'm the real Aries

Yeah, you heard it ma nigga

I know you good

But dint step in my hood

It's a shame that Eagle be dead

You know da rules

**** out ma hood

I don't set nothing up

Maw****er I'm the law

betta get with it

I'm the Wildcard

I don't miss I reminisce

I do the tings like a prince

For you get whipped

Stripped pistol whipped

All my enemies rap and talk dirty

Cause they sipping on the mean lean

Lyrics ****in empty

That's why you left a ***** alone

Cause they all be trippin hard

Hey no lie

I set no records, but I broke my quest--I drank that good

Ima own that, Hell no

It's a crime that I rhyme like

The times of vinyls and idols

Writings my cycle

Sublimation from the rocking Animation to the rapping incarnation

I'm the Wildcard

Better get with it

I'm the Wildcard

This a Wild one

Hey boy don't you go and

Hustle in a ghetto that you don't know

You gotta keep your hand

Close to your heart

And when the puns drop

Play your wild card

Necessity got a lobotomy

Pushing astronomy you

Can't take all of this

Running to murder me

Never ahead of me

Rather be lit in smokology

Call on me nigga just follow me

Light a blunt and smoke with me

Smelling the trees, calling for me

I got a place in the circle

Whenever we puffing

And pasting the paper

And I don't stop

Cause I'm the Wildcard

Fina drop some bombs

Wreck the new age niggas

Like I rest on laurels

When I drop that line y'all niggas know the reaper just came to

In the form of a wildcard

If death call my number

I'm good cause we're talking about you

We laughing cause y'all never see I'm The rap incarnation

Of the classic old school

I got guns I got news

I got puns Ima use

Rhyming mime it hum it

Run it nigga run it

I ain't going lie about it

Ima make it crystal clear

Thank you for the joint project

Thank you for the good body

Thank you Son of Big Pun

D.O.C got me moving

Porter, Benjamin Rivers

If you ain't on the list buddy

You better keep your mouth quiet

Hey boy don't you go and

Hustle in a ghetto

That you don't know

You gotta keep your hand

Close to your heart

And when the puns drop

Play your wild card