All Rights Reserved [Chorus] Nothing Less, nothing less [Grouch] Well I bet you that I get the last laugh Bet you that my funerals packed And the tune you all blast is my crew’s shit New shit or old it don’t matter Bold I get swole in the zone where you gather I’m alone but together with the folks Not really knowing where I’m going But my goal’s to provoke thoughts Devote lots, show some fools the ropes to hop Scope the top from above it Love it, then leave it alone I believe that I’m grown showing the way Owing the bay for going astray, now I’m blowing away Like that bag in American Beauty Truly blessed and nothing less [MURS] I’m nothing less than a criminal With minimal convictions Serving up my customers a hustler of the diction Crushing my afflictions, I’m sick in the mind Depends on how you ask And I can do anything depending on the task I tend to be on blast more often than not Between a rock and a hard place I soften my spot, talking a lot That’s if my CD’s get played But if that’s not the case then I had nothing to say My crew been tight since we was up in the bay Been down for a while, now watch us As we take it, up and away Something to play when you’re laying on back Felt the love when I wrote this So I know y’all feel what I’m saying on tracks [Chorus] – repeat 3X [Slug] The first step was birth Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth The second step was belief He had to make that move before he even grew teeth The third step, respect awareness He <b>…</b>