Lyrics:
won't believe in me till I make it rappin' (Uh-huh)
Mane they ain't gone support or really show me love like that
But you know that I'm snappin (Know
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
my Melodies
Cause I'm different breed you Niggas can't even breath
Lack of oxygen support, your whole cranium starts to bleed
Masters
We make the music
zone and some beats
Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses
Get all layered and get technical in they content
Press record, then I bring
you want to be mothers get no child support
I'm Too Short baby gettin' rich
Get on the mic and then say... Like left to right
right to left girl
here
Took me years to win a single game, and a little more to win, every single one
So drop the Band-Aid approach, for the record it's a big boys game
of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch, independent
So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him
You
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
support it
Buy ten pair for the 'Gram and let my man record it (let's go)
Bill Cosby goin' back on tour he play too much
Lebron James think Jerry Jones
very moment we lost her I lost part of me too
I spent the night in studio, and put piano to use
I mix and I master my own records
Logic pro got me
lost her I lost part of me too
I spent the night in studio, and put piano to use
I mix and I master my own records
Logic pro got me guessing
I'm only
sweeter
Then some cinnamon
I get this feeling when
I kiss her it’s adrenaline
I’m interested
In flipping real estate
& dividends
Own my masters
Record it
I get this feeling when
I kiss her it’s adrenaline
I’m interested
In flipping real estate
& dividends
Own my masters
Record it while I’m sipping gin
of ideology
Fourth record the best cause I know my numerology
Just trying to keep a rhythm like Tang
Grim reaper and taxman at the door again
SH at Como kicked
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
Click tight, for life, family ties.
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
All for
car wrong place car is gone
I broke the high jump record now the bar is gone
The present is here and the past is gone
I'm a master
Get me
Sometimes
Verses1:
So that was your master plan
To sell out get your fame
Go against your own man
Thats really a damn shame
Snitch on your own skin
Thats
trynna work support myself
Support the family
Bestie if you listenin
You know you on the family tree
Shooters always shoot so imma ball
And make it in
baby, too bold, too bold
Ice ice baby, no soul, no soul
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
that on to make a Earth shaker
Natural disaster, hemipheric master
Master crater size hole, niggas that want to fold
Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin
and having it
I'm somewhere where I used to just imagine
I would write a hit
Press record
Mix it up master it
I own my masters need my money y'all keep
the execution
Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin
Talkin real cheap
I got a record deal just to get away from the streets
Niggas stuck up shit's
transportation
Ain't enough for bus fare, can't wait at the bus station
Gotta start a business on your own
Gotta make sure that you run the throne
No support, not
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