The white Russian, ain't a bitch drinknTight percussion, plus I make these kids thinknDistinct, the style is flawlessnHeat, street, whatever you wanna call itnI spend most of my time in sorrownSo me and Fresh put out tracks like there's no tomorrown'Cuz if there isn't, there isn't, through my songs I'm livingnEtched in time stay alive through my visionnCan the style advance past the man?nCan the man advance past the style with a plan?nGod damnit, throw cards like GambitnNever settle for standard, not a punk like RancidnI don't dream about diamonds on my necknIt's more important to me to have your respectnI need your word that you'll carry on my textnAnd then be like, Aight Ives, whats next?nnAnother day another dollarnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividnAnother day another dollarnnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividnnPants hangin, eyes red as applesnI'm on the block with a SnapplenHustle all night, eat white castlenMy album is past due, life got me stressednI love my seeds to death, emcee til my last breathnSurviving the struggle never going undernI know hunger, that's how I sound when I spitnLost everything, been through all types of shitnMy riffs touch it, I ain't never gonna quitnI'm in this for life, rap off any beatnAsk anybody, Don is still streetnFancy garments, hot beats,nAnd y'all go hard for God, even when I don't speaknNigga I'm still plottin, somethin to get gottennSo much pain that my heart feels rottennBetween court cases, and niggas cock blockin,nGuns poppin in the hood where I live, something gotta givennAnother day another dollarnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividnnAnother day another dollarnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividnnMind skilled, I rock the beat tightnRhymes so ill, make you want to re-writenSee life, back up and be lifenRap's Holy Trinity, give me three micsnI exist in the pixelsnIron fist comes down on the pitbullnDog, your thinking's too wishfulnThat's how y'all get caught up in crystalnI'm on fire like Richard PryornOther emcees old milk, about to expirenKilling the suburbs like Michael MyersnDo so many shows I recycle flyersnAww, look at what y'all kids thought upnA generic underground rap productnIf you sevened out, that's just hard lucknTake a note from Ives and CappadonnannAnother day another dollarnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividnnAnother day another dollarnThis is itnIf you fighting for your honornStick with itnIvan Ives and CappadonnanRip that shitnIf we didn't you'd be lividn(repeats)