42 ST

Yo, yeah, it's time to rock them to sleep I spit bars that you gotta repeat Every line is a gem, them a thousand apiece How you dissin' niggas that help you when you Got on your feet How you gon' sell a million records with no album release Every time I get in the booth, it's like I'm out on the beach I don't with the bad boy, loud records and Sony Shady records, you know me, they probably thought I was phony It only made me beast, focus on the breach I'm the same nigga with heavy promotion on the streets 42nd for the record If you pull up with your shit, then it probably Get disrespected It's facts in it, back to business Cause now rappers limits ain't passing up academics A student of the game could prove you niggas lame It's food for thought, I teach you roots, it's how to use your brain I'm going super sane, Ruger shooting through the lane So ahead of my time, I don't see that for future games Yeah, so picture me fearing, man So hot, I can work on the sun with my bare hands Think I give a fuck about being given a fair chance I don't give a fuck who pitching, I'm hitting this grand slam Home running, you don't want it I school them and bring them back with a homecoming If 12 in the clip, it get hit with a whole dozen How you call yourself tough when you rap on your own cousin Turn snitches, burn bridges I don't need money from rap to curve bitches If you don't wanna get jerked, nigga, then learn the business Can't be love if you come with the worst wishes I'm the same nigga out of regelling, surrounded by fellas who care When your album is selling, the crowd isn't yelling Yeah, keep your eyes open, watch everything around you If time is money, then you gotta know your vows, yeah Do what I want you doing, what they allow you Counting your kings, fuck who they giving the crown to Can only call it God, you talk about my speed I put checks on the squad like them jerseys in the league I ain't flirting with fleas or working with D's And it's up, so I'm about to put the curtains in the V's We drop the first album on the curbs in Virginia And for beef, them shots get returned to the cinder And speaking to the left, I leave a mess Paramedics, nigga, EMS If they ain't know before, then tell them that we the next Tell them this shit is easy, they breed it, me and the jet You ain't gotta believe in what's leading me to success I see it, we was the people using its flesh From the east to the west, I'm moving with no past No bloods, no crips, homie, it's no flag It used to do the robbery, shop it with no bag One size fit all when it comes to them choke tags