No title by Tcal Lyrics

A what is?/
Feeling like jay back in 96,can I live/
Why tell lies?/
Just tell it how it is/
You keisha cole ass niggas
Always in the crib/
With me they tried to disbar/
But so far/
All those charges just get chared/
And thus far/
Lyrically I'm past sub-par/
You dudes singing now rhymes in pairs
Lying bout the rims on your car/
Soon enough ill be driving impaired/
Riding thru my old city/
Telling myself jaded I sold crack there/
I promised myself I won't go back there/
Only to check up on my kids/
Or to get a contract there/
Betrayel is what I contracted from there/
So anything I see. To me is abstract there/
I'm str8/but you fuckers love to hate/
Can't let that get in my way/
I'm doing it my way/carlito
Let this money get thru/or its finito
Never see me again/
I just see thru you/
At a distance/
I don't needed to be reminded of 5-10 years ago shit/
Right now I'm trying to avoid 5-10 year bit/
You ol bitch/
I'm in orbit/
You dormant/
Fuckin norman/
I fear no man/
On my own two is how I stand/
With a mr.malcom persona/
Yeah gun in my hand/
But ule never see it tho/
Shots I'm just gone let em go/
Just for you to know/
The balance of scales/
The choice/
The reason/
The mount before hell/
Told you gossipers don't prevail/
I kept my mouth close just to make more sales/