text: They say that Im the one
  And you, you are the prototype
  You might have the ears of sound
  But you already know who they like
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody to hold you real tight
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody tell em hes the prototype
  I am the truth, no lie about it
  Bring my testimony when I walk in that booth
  Walking the thin line between love and hate, I defend mines
  Join them when it comes to their crunch time, I never fold
  I love pressure, thats why I apply so much on niggas thinking they better
  I am a clutch shooter, I am a sharp shooter
  And its great enough to hear the butterfly moving
  Follow me moving through these ghetto streets and school I say fuck retarded sweep
  Walk into school the chief right there tried to talk at me
  In the midst of Piru and natty Blood beef
  Shall we hesitate or walk down 
  That 10-grade summer we had death right in front of us
  Then leave the house without kissing our mamas
  The new Jordans came out, but we didnt get them
  Cuz the color haunt them to get too much attention
  Damn it I liked it thoughs
  Pac was talking bout the concrete rose
  I never seen one till I looked in the mirror
  There go, huh huh, thats the flow right there
  You should use it, thats what my conscience said then I hopefully abused it, huh
  I am the lyrics and the music, yall rapping note for the beat
  I let the instrumentals listen to me
  I listen to heat, my ears can hear fire
  I pierce through the flame like barbed wire breaking up concrete
  And I aint thinking bout no rap beef
  Niggas is getting killed throughout the week, thats every day
  Catchin bullets like an umpire
  We tried to stay home but still aint safe
  Thats baseball tactics, retaliation back and forth like tennis rackets, we used to it
  Who can circle round the block the fasters
  If you can do it, think you know why it becomes a practice
  We worked it out like barely total
  Cuz shit happens
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody to hold you real tight
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody tell em hes the prototype
  I aint even rap but let them young boys get ya
  Paint a perfect picture like Im rhyming only scripture
  Im nice, ice water veins, its pure no filter
  Who you get your style from, the same real familiar like I heard it before
  But reincarnation is a blind man spirit
  So I aint going for it, na uh
  I aint having it, you getting to board it
  Like an unfair mother, my child you gon suffer
  To you acknowledge to whom gave you life to knowledge in Zion learning and taking deuce through college
  The prototype for the flows you like
  Im surgical Ronald Mike, I cut you up somethin nice
  Get out the pocket, Im sending them skyrockets right through your minds
  Optic popping out your eye sockets, ah
  Excites a riot every time Im rhyming
  In accordance with the snare I got impeccable time, Junior
  They say that Im the one
  And you, you are the prototype
  You might have the ears of sound
  But you already know who they like
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody to hold you real tight
  You niggas need hugs for real
  Somebody tell em hes the prototype