All Hail (feat. Jae Cross)

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Capt. Yen Renfrew IV

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It's not a serious problem nationwide, given the very large number of people who use cocaine
It is a serious problem for a certain small minority
I'm on my motherfuckin' snappin' shit, flow higher than average
Bruh told me get on my grit and guess what, Rick, I'm back on it

Spittin' it for the strugglers
Seventh Street, what the f*ck is up
Ain't been through what we been through, so these niggas ain't as tough as us
Emerged from the cracks, no more even crack

Realized a bigger dream for myself and I'm achieving that
The only thing greater than me is God, now I'm seeing that
Your favorite rapper spit a facade, so I'm the king of that rap shit
I'm joking with my niggas, but I really will clap shit

We can do it out of school
Hardwood, classic, Louisville, slugger batting, you can get your ass kicked
Unh, a prophet of the slums, reflections of your born
You've yet to see one shine so bright from the darkness I'm from

I'll praise this to my moms
They did all they can do with the burden of epidemic proportions
Threatening to engulf them
Spit for the lost ones whose parents never made it past crack's appearance

Souls on clearance
Sell your son Sega, no more Blanca
Ryu, Vega, hopeless seventh grader
Who been up all night trying to keep his mom in bed

You're still expected to concentrate, huh
I'll hail to everyone who can understand what I'm saying
Regardless of my circumstance, I still managed to make it
And I made it

So now I'm smoking my trees, counting my cheese
I ain't on that f*ck shit, so I'm surrounded by G's
The impact of the pump hitting break you down to your knees
Rather murder the drum kick and act a clown on these beats

And I'll hail all these blunts and sour D's starting to take its toll
Kids looking at me like, Daddy, why your eyes red
Day to time, baby, all this grinding and surviving
And I'll hail, and I'll hail, and I'll hail

Daddy, what you doing downstairs? Can I come down
Nah, son, I'll be up in a minute
Flashback to the months before my dad went to prison
As I witnessed him fall victim to the crack epidemic

Blasphemous, isn't it
And I can see this all through my adolescent frames with the crack in the lenses
I am whom you should ask for forgiveness
But I forgive you both for all the shit that I done lived through

The scars that I now harbor settle deep within my tissue
And taught me there's no obstacle or issue I can't get through
But I still get mad at the fact that it broke my family up
And credit it sadly for my habit of rolling cannons up

It's like the damage of an under-extraordinary circumstance
I proceeded to snap like a camera
Threw away my British Knight light-ups
Don't judge me if you ain't live this type of life, bruh

Cause we did. Me and Dominique did
Not have a damn thing easy where we lived
I'm peachy where we live. Beatin's where we live
Broke the promises where my momma used to renege

I hated that shit like when Nico left me there
Man, I hated that shit. But I ain't mad at you, cousin
Cause that shit was unproductive, but I thugged it
And I'm still here, so I guess it made me stronger

Twenty-eight years later, just look at karma
So now I'm smokin' my trees, countin' my cheese
I ain't on that f*ck shit, so I'm surrounded by G's
The impact of a punk hit can break you down to your knees

Rather murder the drunk dicks than act a clown on these beats
There's no love in these streets, just beasts
Niggas tryna eat, so we feed up
On the quest to put our feet up until I meet Jesus

I'ma get it. My kids gotta eat, so I stay up on my pivot
And with that said, it's back to the bread
I'm in the kitchen like a baker, tryna whip my next cake up
I remember 93 when I had cake up

On the block, all G, no faker
Fuckin' with my paper, you can quickly meet your maker
These niggas is bitches, all they missin' is makeup
Let me take you back to 96

I ain't have shit, not a pot to piss, or a window
Now, now, slow puff, endo
You can smell it when the wind blow through my window
Now take a look into my window

Mama missin' for days
Me and my sisters lost in the days
Why she say I lost in the craze
Picture my pain and my struggle

All my life I had to hustle
Get in my way in this trouble
Little niggas sit down and don't say shit
Why I go in this room with this man that I'm gon' play with

Mama, I wanna play too
Why I can't come
That's how it is in this zoo that I'm from
1984

You know what it is
Beginnin', nigga, the start of the 80s
It's the epidemic
Crack

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