Lost Chapter 1 - The Ascent

Fortune and fame misfortune and pain The less fortunate get blamed for the fraudulent games they playing Not a pot to piss in with your back against the wall Fuck a lottery ticket, I need to get it all Injected drugs in the poverty zones its logic Fuck watching gotta cop a V of my own And cop a crib like MTV mansion and bitches dancing Hypnotize her with the necklace on my neck dangling That's life son yeah word that's right son Till the day the white man come And claim it all back, tell ya ass to fall back Where ya squad at? police squads waiting for you in the back now you sweating Back stepping better part of your life, you were acting reckless For the first time of your life asking yourself questions Too late now to be nervous and now your nerves break down Hearing police cars swerving now, nigga lay down stay down Treated like a slave bound to a cellar and now they found cheddar Now or never was an hour ago, its foul yo, dreams of Alpo Was deaded in a millisecond, now you outro Old news, history like dinosaurs Kid you like the laughing stock of the town like Al Gore Bamboozled, even Sam Bowie thought he was first Before Jordan ran through em and, left em all hurt I see, trifling whores all day, trying to work me I beat it up, no love ma, your pussy's not worthy Superbly flow, dropping new philosophies My mind stamina's Britannica, peep the glossary 5 chapters loyalty, next 5 bitches 5 for the politics, last 10 for riches Page 36, trust no one when it comes to the money and riches Niggas act similar to bitches, shit is real Ya man'll stab you in the back for that Fuck around and get clap for that Just the hard facts that's why I stopped thinking with my cardiac I think I'll drink a glass to that Cognac in my veins shorty laying where the condom Slow up and down and now she moaning when I start pounding When I'm in a zone like this you can start counting the money Flowing faster than Ferraris down in Monte Carlo where broads getting fucked daily Some wanna get pissed in, but I ain't Chuck Daily Show me love baby, give me a hug girl Do what you do best ma, you know whats up girl Making a mean dollar, making em scream holla My team solid got it locked yo, dont even bother Yall rich broke niggas with chains, cars that ain't yours Houses with walls that ain't yours, videos with broads that ain't yours Matter of fact perpetrate spitting with bunch of bars that ain't yours Lost divas, phony prophets, false leaders/ Fuck that bullshit on TV ONE son I wanna fuck Alfredas From the million dollar booths, to the coliseums Chicks beg to swallow this million dollar semen Slaying this, Bobbie Flaying this, cooking hot shit Took years to master, now I got your ears hostage Like Iraqi insurgents getting the point accross Up in the joint flossing, its like the Mafia in here Don't disappoint the bosses, I built the king's coffin So he can lay in it niggas slaying in Prince George's Decipher the Davinci Code in a sec The symbolism's old and Napoleon posing a threat To all the foes and the fresh, the newcomers and the old vets Reporters, can't even put a face to the name Speculating on, where he came from, where he staying This type of money can't be made just, from the music game That's gasoline crude oil money I guess Still spitting rude boy grimy shit for ya set Page 59, be weary of the water that sleeps Fuck around smack you down and slaughter ya fleet Knock you off of ya feet, Napoleon my style's gory To vanquish without danger's to triumph without glory Many tried before me and failed, the story's real Getting EuroDollars by the thousands, even before the deal A verse from me's worth a quarter mil, even worse For you its hurts when it makes a quarter of ya blood spill Legend 4th quarter with the pill, crowd hushing Back spin, crossover with the rock swish at the buzzer Perfect execution Carnegie shit that sick shit That Melissa can't afford not to listen The hardcore listener song, call a mortician Four four spitting album hit the stores and its on