Lyrics:
but I'm a grown man, I still apologized
Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine)
Then a couple days go by, you drop a song
he's like my competition, I mean, right?
Nope, Paul Wall is dope and so is Bubba, so
B-b-b-but I don't compete with nobody
I just go hard, do
I heard it the night it came out
2015, by then I’d also heard about
‘Infinite’, ‘SS’ and ‘MM’ LP’s
To ‘Eminem Show’, ‘Encore’, ‘Relapse’, ‘Recovery’
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
the studio I prayed they didn't spray
Cause I miss that scratch from jam master jay (whoa oh oh!!!)
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death since rise, homicide
into the studio I prayed they didn't spray
Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death
a big check go and blow that bitch
You ain't got no bread why you try to act rich
Flex for the gram that's just a skit
Don't know my name I'm still goin
at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David
find a new line of work
Well, here we go y'all niggas must be dead
It's time to wake da fuck up, niggas
What the fuck is it a
Library in this
standing by
'Cause you know that I'm down, you know I'm down
Gangster for life
We driving by with them headlights off
We know where you stay, yeah
and get it
I'll admit it, couldn't go another minute
Hearing all the shit that niggas try to mimic
So I'm 'bout to try to Royce and Eminem it
Til I kill
popping off
With the skits we came a long way from
Nothing but now it's time to get rich I told them young's
To chill was trynna stop em from wilding
that I’m lit, I’m blessed homie
Look
Scripts like a gun on the hip
Homie
I like to air out to vent
Homie
Proud off the pennies make sense When you do not
him change his paint
And if you ever talk about them guns, we buy it by the crate
Informant's going to inform, so make sure you keep your circle
you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This
of pen that's so
Dope I could ghost write for Em'
I feel I could go to a gun
Fight with a knife and win
Until my god decide when my life will end
I'm
what they doin over there,
But guns go off over here,
I don't no if they shoot fair ones or shake hands over there,
But guns go off over here,
I dunno
I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas
doo, I'm dutiful in the paint
Profane prophet, I see the future
Givers who're giving slivers while profiting off the moochers
I'm inspired by Rigz
about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
I'm gone
(Son of a gun)
Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met yet but I'll venture a bet
about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
I'm gone
(Son of a gun)
Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met yet but I'll venture a bet
prefer Papeye's
I go down to the record label
And met with the Rabbi, and he's like
I can't sell this fucking record
You know why Eminem's album sold so
I'm the rap god
No, that ain't a diss on Eminem
He practically why I rap, dawg
Paparazzi cameras
See the flash in my backyard
Addicted to my work 'cause
really go on the fuckin' 'Tube
Type in "Eminem type beat," you rap 'bout lyrically killing me
About yo' pen and pad, like, shit
I don't write nothin', I
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