These niggas listen to nothing I say
They can't see da struggle I face
They only see da trouble I make
Like da ten pounds of weed I smuggled up state
They say I don't respect life but it's just da hustle I hate
To survive in this game called life, you gotta have muscle and faith
They say I'm heading for da top with this song
I'm hot with this song
Da streets gon love me for this one
How can a kid be this fun
Don't get it twisted
Don't be mad that a nigga with a flow like this existed
Nigga I'm gifted
My rhyme is tight and da time is right
For me to blow up and shine tonight
My girl looking fine tonight
Dressed in grey and white
She's begging me to stay the night
So I can lay the pipe
All because my game is tight
Ikay's da name
I'm here to change da game
I pit in work, da nigga got paid, all of a sudden here comes da fame
But it still pours whenever it rains

Come on, come on
Lifestyle up in this
Come on, come on
Who else got a flow like this
Come on, come on! Come on, come on
Uh, yea, uh

We keep it gangster from Monday to Sunday
Kids on da block, exposed to gun play
We live life da wrong way, just to get da Sun to shine for one day
Niggas gon die when da kids go hungry
They rock da white T's
They ain't afraid to kill you for a pair of Nikies
I look at life as just a strife
For now I'm alright till dem cops come and violate my rights
Shit ain't nice
I'm tired of being criticized
Tired of being seen as a punk in these niggas eyes
I'm petrified
How many times I've contemplated homicide
So many niggas die
Call me crazy
I'm like da flavor to ya food, call me gravy
You can't play me
It's Ikay yo
I'm here to stay yo
I keep floating like an angel on a halo
Things ain't the same yo
Friends change yo
Kinda strange bro

Come on, come on
You know what it is
Come on, come on
Come roll with da kid
Come on, come on
Lifestyle up in this
Come on, come on
Brooklyn! This is it
Come on, come on
Jamrock in this shit
Come on, come on! Come on, come on
Yea, uh

I live my life on da edge
I love da streets, hate da feds
Carry a lot of weight like a sledge
Why these niggas wanna see me beg
Bet they love me if I'm dead
I hate my birthday, never celebrate it
5th of August is my worst day, damn I hate it
What about da kids that never made it
I pour out some liquor from them
And pray for my niggas up in da pen
I'm trying to live my life, trying to get it right
I talk to God at nights
He never answers back, why is that
On my block kids roam da streets and idle
They rolling with rifles, they neglect da bible
This life is just a stifle
I don't do club music
I do thug music
Songs for my niggas to cruise with
When da beat drop, I got da streets locked
I'm not
One of the se called rappers trying to be Pac
And I'm not BIG
I'm just a black kid
Aiming for da sky, million dollar coupes and black cribs
Niggas pull up in da truck
Kay whassup
Em broads wanna ball with us
No more cops with handcuffs locking my niggas up
We just roam da block
Go to thugz mansion, ball with Pac
It's just my street dreams
Bright lights, big screens
Spending big greens
If I believe
Will I achieve?
So many niggas like me get killed in da streets
And if I die, who would cry
So many pain in my life
Look at Shyne
Niggas buss at him, he buss back, now he in prison doing time
The rich sit, don't give a shit thinking da poor doing fine
Ghetto kids don't want no degree, they wanna be on da streets pursuing crime
Cause that's all they know, can't take da pain no more
So they be on thug patrol
Ha ha ha

Come on, come on
Flow with ya boy
Come on, come on
Grow with ya boy
Come on, come on

It's Kay nigga
You know how we do