Fullest Extent King Magnetic (Ft. Immortal Technique & Termanology)

Termanology]

Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid
Still cats getting shot in front of my crib
I try to chill, think "man this ain't no way to live"
So I don't trip, I dip but I ain't afraid of shit
Cats get it twisted cause' I don't call it goons
Like I can't have my cousin see your mothers room
I ain't a soft dude, like some assume
I got a gully crew and they got a hundred tools
I been tellin yall cats its a hundred jewels
I'm from the boneyard crews with a hundred dudes
I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes, shit
But still my click sprays shit
Lot of cats lookin at me like the clique ain't shit
But we still up in the hood with them radio spins
Do you know what its like for you to have fame
But your life ain't change, not a dollar to your name?
I bang, so I'm back where the stick-up kids rob chains
Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James
I got them long things, and they all bang
But I ain't tryna turn your night to a long day
You might be the one if I got the right aim
It might be your son if I got the wrong aim
And that's the raw thing, you wanna think about
So you better think it out, before you rob the wrong chain