Behind Ya Back / Purple Mountain

[Part 1: Behind Ya Back] [Intro] Yeah I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit I don't want a bitch that don't wanna bitch (Where is that, bitch?) She been at the gym (Yeah, yeah), eating humus and shit She crushin' on me cause I'm conscious and shit [Verse 1] Bitch, it ain't no time so I'm straight for it, throw them clothes down if you want some If you ain't 'bout it then don't come, I know I'm the shit 'cause I'm on one Finna nosegrind like a skateboard, that's your bitch? Well, I ain't sure You a square, nigga, there's a name for it, you're a four sided ho shape boy (Square) Niggas act like they don't know where I'm coming from Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay away from ratchet shit like I ain't from the slums Niggas act like they don't see me but they always keep my fuckin' letters on they tongue Internet thugs online but they scary: M. Night Shyamalan Niggas claim they want my conscious lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it Niggas act like they gon' hold you down but when you need a favor where they hiding? Bitches act like they ain't hoeing every time another ho is right beside 'em Yeah we fucked, so what bitch? Go and tell the whole hood about it You a turkey ass jive bitch, hope you die, bitch, sucking five dicks at a time Ain't got no type bitch, got a wife bitch and a white bitch, bitch I'm fine Why deez nigga- why deez nigga- why deez niggas lyin'? And these niggas ain't loyal either, all these niggas droppin' dimes Bandz [Chorus] Y'all niggas gon' find out about me (Bandz) It took a while to get back up on my feet (Bandz) And everything that I say, is blown out of place If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me? I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced I hit a club, you know they gon' strip I throw all my money like I'm in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch [Verse 2] Look what I gotta do to get respect, that's why I got my boot all in your neck That's why I never ball without the check, often I get so bored I get depressed Nowadays it's every man for himself, that's why my loyalty is with the set I don't know why these niggas fake cool, when they get to actin' I get perplexed I'm dishonest man and I must confess, I like nigga shit and I like to flex On my hippie shit, just lost in my head, I forgot that I was still in the flesh It's too late to try to save who I was, I like bitches and I like to get fresh How the fuck did Bobby Ray get corrupt? Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself And all they can say is you changed, say that you changed And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame (Man, that nigga lame) Remember me right, remember me right 'Til the day of my death when I drop in my grave Bandz [Chorus] Y'all niggas gon' find out about me It took a while to get back up on my feet And everything that I say, is blown out of place If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me? I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced I hit a club, you know they gon' strip I throw all my money like I'm in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch [Part 2: Purple Mountain] [Spoken] New music, [mood] music Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it This the feeling teachers never gave to students Who get paid too little to raise the stupid Who learn more from gangster music than basic schoolin' A whole generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance Distracted by the fame and jewelry, a country where we praise the wicked and shame the clueless When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at? Are we really at the top or is that just how're we are trained to view it? I wonder who made the blueprint? Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish Built ships and chained us to it, paid a sniper to aim at Luther Took the World Trade, flew planes into it, and framed the Muslims? This probably sounds like a scene from your favorite movie Well wake up, wake up, it don't take brains to do it, it take bank to do it Welcome to the capital where only the greatest do it Good intentions is what the road to hell is paved with usually And bitches swimming bottomless in bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis Drowning in my own lust, I had to drain the fluid out the group think think tank I outgrew the fishbowl, I snapped your fucking fishing pole Fuck opinions, they just want me trapped and fucking pigeon-holed Now snap a fucking picture hoe Got me feelin' like I don't get it, you don't get it Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it? Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it? Complicated fuckin' lyrics, who gon' listen? We all fuckin' hated math, now who wants physics I ain't speaking to you all cause you all get it But see there's projects from Duval to New York City You ever wonder why it's called the projects? Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress I leave you all to your thoughts to process Sincerely yours truly, God bless