[00:29.50]They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes
[00:31.25]I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes
[00:33.58]Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers;
[00:35.79]Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas
[00:38.12]Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas
[00:40.12]Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus
[00:42.33]The dream is live clean, and good livin'
[00:44.83]As free as it seems, but this shit is a hood prison
[00:47.04]So we sold that poison like Bivins
[00:49.58]Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons
[00:51.75]Fxck them cops and swats with night vision
[00:53.91]Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen
[00:56.25]Grew up with good-spirited goons;
[00:58.95]Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms
[01:00.58]Hold the chrome tight; the beast's on the creep
[01:02.95]I own the night, the heat's my receipt
[01:05.29]I need peace; all that beef sh!t is weak
[01:07.79]But n!ggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street
[01:11.04]Washed down the gutter
[01:12.41]Whatever remains gets tossed 'round your mother
[01:14.83]Jump the squares, made 'em crown another
[01:16.66]I see your traps and your plots to dead us
[01:19.29]Y'all rode with Kojaks, n!gga, I got Berettas
[01:23.45]I heat it up with cold facts
[01:27.75]I heat it up with cold facts
[01:28.33]Hood pyrotechnics with no alarms
[01:30.66]I blew up the block when I sold them bombs
[01:33.12]And all them n!ggas that didn't turn pros is cons
[01:35.12]Guns 24 karat, got golden arms
[01:37.58]Good metal, don't settle for silver of bronze
[01:39.87]With the fruits of my labor, I'm building farms
[01:42.04]The illest psalms written with killer palms
[01:45.08]And a scoundrel mind
[01:46.87]But nice cyphed with anybody down to rhyme
[01:49.08]Too much vision, them n!ggas soundin' blind
[01:51.70]They must be in the dark, downing swine
[01:53.70]A titan... Yeah, but I'm enlightened
[01:56.33]Should build museums from all the sh!t I'm writin'
[01:58.37]Y’all n!ggas weak, check my speak, start bitin'
[02:00.75]I don't speak too much; words' more potent
[02:03.04]Live n!ggas say it with me; herbs, don't quote it
[02:05.25]Colt loaded, waitin' for a reason
[02:07.62]Praise me when I'm dead, make bread when I'm breathin'
[02:10.25]Can't take it when I'm leavin'
[02:12.16]Judge me too quick, mistake me as a heathen
[02:14.70]Because I had tools, moved weight, and was thievin'
[02:16.62]But I was broke, out the gate I was grievin'
[02:19.37]Had a cold heart cause my apartment was freezin'
[02:21.54]Studied this 30 years, so you could say it's mastered
[02:24.41]Thorough n!ggas, it's in my nucleic acid
[02:27.58]I heat it up with cold facts
[02:32.12]I heat it up with cold facts