Ron F. Kennedy

[Verse 1]

Got this feelin’ that I’m about to stack a mil-li-on

Got everybody reachin’

He teachin’ but they ain’t feelin’ ‘em

Sing boy

Preach to the choir

Hands to the ceiling yeah

The truth and living proof that I obsolete opposition

I sit neutral position

Been driven since power steerin’ yeah

You know I be training harder than ellipticals

Song make her drop down

Canton like the Spirituals

Young church boy bless ya life just like a miracle

Black as Cole he lyrical

Girl I’m not your type because you seem to like ‘em typical

And she won’t even peepin’ ‘til she checked out them residuals

Like how could something so B-I-G fit in this small body

Crack commandment 3 and 7

Ronald like the Isleys ahh

Ahh but there I go again though

I think the constant pressure is really boosting my ego

We pray to the Most High and I travel wherever He go

And Momma said keep pullin’ son it’s easy just like a free throws

In the QC 4 make you go 4 locos

WND & GBP the only logos

Back at home where niggas blast the 9s like Romo

I been comin’ with the hits too fast you might as well slow mo

[Verse 2]

The upper echelon apparently

I claim to be the apparatus actually

I oversee like balconies and shorty like to drop down praying like she on her knees

I only look to one Man ‘cause He’s the only reason we

Poppin’ like we them boys with static don’t you find it shockin’

Young Ron Hefner Christmas shoppin’ when she out them stockings

‘Cause I been makin’ plays & music that’ll fill them pockets

My flow on go, you just can’t stop it

I Mutombo, we fly like rockets

My head on strong she still gon’ top it

You’ll never ever find a single just like this in your pocket

But now I’m at the bag

Young bald fade hoop rings with rag

I know granny lookin’ down like baby don’t do that

But I gotta get right for all the wrongs I had

There I go

Gone don’t stop

Wait a lil

Sheesh, I think I made the world stop

On go like my clique

You a no show

Gone with the wind

And we win yeah

You know