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Date of issue: 04.10.2015
Song language: English
Inception |
The bars show you mad struggle |
Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble |
That’s why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle |
Can’t take the same leaps and bounds as me |
When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle |
Words from a legend speaking from the heart |
Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start |
Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark |
You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey |
Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi’s warm |
Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny’s gone |
And I’ll bet, learned that from the nets |
If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn |
Cause you’ll get fucked if they shoot you, emptied on |
It’s just they way of making a mini porn |
I watch my haters get sick |
If it’s that hard living in my shadow |
Get off my silhouette’s dick |
Tailor made suits, double breast fit |
Set trip, get your name on the next clip |
Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus |
Some of y’all don’t get the math or the science |
It means I’m aiming for wealth |
Some say sky’s the limit I say you’re short changing yourself |
so uh ha, uh ha, y’all aint the same as me, I get bread |
You lose Jackson’s, Jermaine Dupri |
BS about Joe, refrain it please |
You’ll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed |
All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass |
An assembly line would show em I’m not in they class |
Had some alright jams, them fans came and left |
And you ain’t know they was one night stands |
Let em testify, witness’s, hearin is indicative |
Niggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip |
I think I’m Sug' Ray, Ali |
Joe Fraiz' who the fuck gon stop me |
He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike |
Fo' fifth let em feel what the iron like |
I think I’m Mayweather, Pacquiao |
Screamin money ain’t a thing pullin stacks out |
I think I’m Cotto, Shane Mosley |
Slow death to anyone who oppose me |
Sun I’m a always shine, yellow |
Think I’m about to get up on that? |
HELL NO |
Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe |
Certain I’m a stick to the script, velcro |
Ringers, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper |
Without being linked to the majors |
My only response is the finger to haters |
Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers |
so when they ask how I feel about hip hop |
I sighed and replied take a lucky guess |
Just being sincere, I ain’t talking pioneer’s |
When I tell dudes I don’t think the Dougie’s fresh |
Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches |
Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless |
Now the flow’s so relentless |
Fuck CD’s it should be sold in syringes |
I can’t explain it they love the sound |
Subtle with the pound, you don’t want trouble clown |
If I’m at the bar ordering a couple rounds |
I’m in between 2 birds like a double down |
Where I’m from they cock and shoot |
Like it’s all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals |
Dress the AK up before they pop at you |
Handgun’s, night scope, call it the Chopper suit |
So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in |
Rap historian, slash my class’s Valedictorian |
Your future’s at a stand still |
Must be a flat on that Delorean |
I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed |
They disagree they believe that they real close |
Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko’s |
Scream fuck em eat dildos with each pill dose |
All the rap dudes they got highly regarded |
Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded |
Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge |
Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with |
Peepin how the vets wanna stop me |
Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase |
And he won’t be able to reach for a biscuit |
With O’s on his head like a B-more fitted |
Black hoody and black tux |
Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough |
Gettin my Extreme Makeover on |
Knock that bitch down and build her back up |
Think twice before you act up |
Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up |
You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut |
9 times out of 10 it’ll be your last puff |