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[Verse 1]
This is only for people who stood by
A nigga when he had to sit and realize
A nigga whose lyrics that don’t quite comply
Wit society
I’m a menace of all varieties
Still upset wit the game, it’s quite tiring
But I’m still in it, I’m currently inspiring
The next generation
Money, cars, and clothes ain’t the situation
I wonder where Mike is now?
I know he in heaven but not the one I’m talkin bout
Let’s figure it out
Put these lyrics up in your head
Gotta keep chasing so rap won’t be dead
Gotta good chance wit the mental
You not the only one who’s real good wit a pencil
Damn, nigga I’m master Geoffrey
Spittin witty remarks to these niggas that try to best me
Don’t try to flex me
You ain’t the funk master
You think you can test me
Call me the grandmaster
I be the lion when it comes to the rhymes
Cuz I put these niggas under quite plenty a time
Gotta give props to the team
Shai on the mic, Marley cookin up the beats
Only here to compete
We leave you in one piece
One love
Gotta win when push comes to shove
That’s the logic I was taught in life
The fact of the matter is I’m still livin right?
That’s the reason why the game needs change
But only the ignorance is the way to explain
A gathering at the Garden can earn a nigga some fame
But I’m not no desperate ass school kid hoppin the trains
Givin’ thanks
[Outro: KG The Poet]
Tryna speak on my voice but
If it come to beef, I’ll ride for it like I want the burger
They always talk on my freestyle abilities
Well try your luck wit Jazz
I’ll come on Troy Ave
Let that K slay ya and even get your Uncle Murdered
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