Lyrics:
Stupid
You can't fuck with this, y'know I know
Bring your whole team kid yeah thunn
Yo, I love my niggas for that
We strike back, handle business
(Didn't I)
Didn't I tell you we was gone make it to the top nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Didn't I tell you this was the new birth of the Roc,
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
this?
The new fad? Now you wanna kick it to a rapper
DJ or dancer? Well I don't have the
Time for no stunts, no hookers and no games
Our name and our fame
it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
Got more guns if there's more of ya
War with the cops no prob
They shouldn't took the job
Blow holes
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
Guess I'll never get some of this shit just always feels so weird
To this day cause all I ever did
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
'ma jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
And running the man and he's losing his fucking mind and it's all an illusion
Who was alluding all of this potent
I am the reason your family is using
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like
It's way darker this time
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard you say
That love
six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"
I want
a TV blooper,
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper,
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite,
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue
of you guys
I didn't listen to Hov on that old song
When he told me pay it no mind
I get more satisfaction outta goin' at your head
And seein' all
My main [?], how you doin'? where you goin'?
Baby where's your rush, can I take it?
A little moment of your time [?]
Couldn't meet you mind, you
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat
've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
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