Rich Port to Rich Porter Axel Leon (Ft. Jim Jones)

[Intro: Mitch]
A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas, you know?
Like Bird, or Magic or somethin'
Yeah you know a nigga got dough, a nigga can leave the league
But if I leave, the fans still gone love me man?

[Verse 1: Axel Leon]
Look
Be on point, 'cause they look like real niggas, they switch sides
Side switchas, professional dick riders
We ain't learn how to be gangster, it's inside us
Slow lеaks coming from the inside, they insidеrs
Run wit' those you know, that's how you make it to the top
I got a small circle, some mistake it for a dot
I run wit' hungry niggas that never been to yo spot
Yo life ain't shit if it's a come-up, they'll replace it for a shot
To kill you and become you, take yo wife, your kids, and switch fathers
He'll raise your kids, that's his son, that's his daughter
Bronx first, then went to the Heights, started the pitch for them
Went to PR, then Harlem, Rich Port to Rich Porter
Lil' boy, this a man's sport
I stole cars, to transport, that's snortin' the [?]
A lawyer, they don't the cases, he ran court
Custom rims, all four fit like a [?], pussy