Lyrics:
Monday like it is Friday
Got things going on yay and nae
And true kings always know how to get they way
People paper chasing sometimes you gotta respect
philosophy means "love of knowledge"
Stole from first man, Greek power expands
The first Greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is Greek for "naked"
This
the face he love how I taste
My nigga done got him a trophy
I'm winning in all categories
Bow down to the bitches before me
Whatever she won't she get it
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
a shock
This how it would really feel, when they hurt the mind
But by now, you just cannot break my fucking mastermind
While the hole is really deep, fall
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin' is mine you my Paypal
See I don't get how this guy is a treat
I'll make his
Not to mention the chosen, flow so cold these scriptures is cryogenically frozen
I am serious period, whatever pyramid that my identity goes in
Let it
me?
They say that they want Ben more, they can try but they just ain't me
If it's not priority, I'm schedule rearranging
And I know there's only one
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
the East, capiche, food for thought, this is the feast
Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know
You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know,
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
I do in the beat
Yeah, true indeed I do indeed
Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs
Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
But
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
to bussin when I finger fuck it
I know she love it
Dat ass super whoppin
While I'm steady Mobbin shit be Poppin
Once we fuckin ain't no stoppin
We All
mistakes, you were made to do this
You get one voice so love it, you ain't stupid for stuttering
Don't think of it as dumb boy you're fluent in mumbling
It ain't easy
Snakes in the grass trying to mislead me
But i see it clear as day i swear this shit's in 3d
I'm my biggest foe my nigga you cannot
and lose love as a lesson
This is the message of he who is perfected
In the name of He who died for our acceptance
Accept it reoccurs in legend some in
to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, "Can I cum inside?"
Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this
change
Love for rap will never change
Keeping on rapping like
This is my first time holding a mic
Avoiding punches like Mike
Living an era of greatness I'm
boss
Whatever stated by the king, is the law
I keep 'em 'tracted to the light like some moths
But, all these bitches is some traps like it's SAW
Like,
Trust me nigga This ain't by quendence
This what his intentions is
On My Micheal Jackson shit like This is it
Hit the time punch & never hit ah lick
Said
is partner
You better keep it proper you know what it is partner
This some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather
Mobsta, had the old phantom now
clowns and clowns and clowns and clowns
I ain't got rap cause Zay and George could probably hold shit down
It's the young king bow down and kiss the ring
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
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