Heavy Metal

Heavy metal could wet you, yo, bless me Jail niggas go to hell quicker, lick you with the hundred shot Heavy metal could wet you, yo, bless me Jail niggas go to hell quicker, lick you with the hundred shot Rhymes, cash, weed, cars Walk down Mermaid Ave we like stars A nickel bag is sold in the park I'm involved I'm the king of New York when it comes to these bars I said rhymes, cash, the weed, cars Coney Island mayor, hood superstar You sell an eighth in the barbershop? We want ours When it comes to these bars, y'all can't fuck with the god The first rhymes I wrote was meant to embarrass a classmate Fire in my eyes, I walked into school mad late Studied Duke the whole year, waited 'til the last day Then whooped his ass worse than if his moms saw his bad grades Uh, now I'm movin' at a fast pace And every time I rhyme everyone got the gas face Winning competitions every place I be Only sixteen, gettin' in with the fake ID Coney Island kids with something to prove, nothing to lose Walk into the spot twenty deep, niggas tucking they jewels 'Cause they knowing we hold heat Co-signed by the OGs Computer nerds and parolees They all know me They all know I earned all the respect that I ever got I spent one whole summer Walkin' up and down the ave dolo battling the nicest niggas on every block And never got got That's how I got the top spot That's why they call me the mayor in my hood, I got props In your hood you got shot I son rappers, call me pop-pop Copping drop tops from work out the crock pot Fiends cooking up living the dream Look at us Four of us with one thirty eight that wouldn't bust Still robbed niggas off of the B36 bus Shit was starting to rust but we still ain't give a fuck It didn't shoot but we could pistol whip you 'til you give it up Out of the four of us only two still living The other one besides myself is doing life in prison That's why I go so hard on these beats and rhythm 'Cause I got four souls trapped inside of my system Listen, at some point in your life you gotta man up The Easter Bunny not coming, there ain't no Santa Caught my first felony strong arm no hammer Came out the slammer With all my goals written inside a planner And now we makin' it happen Fuck rappin' Real life shit, we adaptin' Nigga I'll shoot you and the fuckin' captain Hold that Bang, bang, biddat, nigga Bang, bang, biddat, nigga Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, biddat, nigga Uh, uh, hold that, nigga Yo, yo Everyday they ask why I'm not on It works the dome 'Cause the truth is it's nobody fault but my own At seventeen, me and George Burnz was signing to spit Until the planes hit the towers then he started to flip Spit Records was under Def Jam, was up there regularly Burnz left and they ain't wanna sign us separately Went to Fight Klub, bodied everything, no problem TV, magazines, was on my way to stardom Joey IE called the crib, spoke to my mom Said I'ma make your son a rich man, I thought it was on But then he heard I was on the run and had to do time Plus I was wylin' out on drugs, he fell back and declined I was truly outta my mind Then I did a bid Came home, started running up at Shady with Riggs Riggs told me if I could sign you today I would But I was back on my bullshit, up to no good Necro hit me up on MySpace, took me on tour Saw these independent dudes was getting money galore I got my foot in the door, no hesitation Been clean nine years, rebuilding my reputation Living my dreams on a glorious road Best seller when my story is told That's a fact, nigga Living my dreams on a glorious road This a best seller when my story is told That's a Fendi What, what, what Ain't no more to it I'm done Bro, this is like the third time I'm calling you, dude Come on, bro I'm gonna come through like a fuckin' Gorilla Monsoon, bro, if you don't if you don't pick up your fuckin' phone, bro Come on, dude What the fuck? Fuck my life Fuckin' shit, bro, my guts hurt