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[Spoken:]
Aye Cuz, they say I ain’t real rapper huh?
They must don’t know, I do What I want to do with this shit
[Verse 1:]
They compare me to the rappers out to sale, who outdated
Other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
When they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
But I know I’m not a phase, I’mma be one of the greatest
In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
Didn’t wanna stop, wanna be a lyricists
Illiest with the whole flow
West style rapping about dope
Got Caught on that jewelry shit
Before Young Jeezy started rapping detailed about things all the niggers wanna hear that shit
I could’ve done that shit
If I were to be him
But they come along with the synthesis
Must have went to New York like a million times
Won a mil’ on a table, I ain’t even sign
Wanna head to it and I turned it down
Did a lot of shit in this life of mine
I have no help, I had to grind
No complaints, be on time
The rap niggers I knew em’ all, 99 per cent niggers lying
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as fuck
You don’t like to shut me up
Niggers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
Nigger, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna
[Verse 2:]
Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, neighborhood, I was an outcast
In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks
Get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag
And we got big board guns, hold a hundred
That’s for any of pussy ass nigger wanna run up
What it do, Ross? What’up Wayne? Salute Stunner, Gucci Mane
Niggers ask me why I never done a song with Plies
I understood I gotta be as plain, so I never reply
Race for the money, never get tired
Plug on the way, he never retired
Order a hundred and put that on my name
Is death on the money? is blood on my chain?
Therefore we got bodies, niggers killing for harvest
We got holes in the roof, we got hoes in the lobby
Bitches fucking for free, niggers killing for pennies
CMG that’s the team, we the streets so we’re in it
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as fuck, you don’t like it shut me up
Niggers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
Nigger, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna
Remember Sosa told Tony „not to fuck with me”
Then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
Then Tony wanna go in but he ain’t deep
So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
But he was fucking with that dope and he won’t focus
Read between the lines, I’m talking to you locals
Im talkin to any nigga that want war
Then let me get my M’s up, you don want war
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as fuck, you won’t like it, shut me up
Niggers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
Nigger, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna
[Outro:]
I wanna, plant of marijuana
Not a plant, but a field
Not a field, but a dome
See niggers cook yay
Sir fiend, I ain’t home
Same niggers G’d up
Pitch up, same song
I wanna look at niggers different, but I can’t
I wanna try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t
Niggers instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs
You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares
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