[Intro]
P. Soul on the track
Yeah
Uh, yo
[Verse]
Hoes, I don't really love 'em
Touch, but I never trust 'em
Foes, I don't think none of 'em
God, so they can't one up 'em
Stress, parties, I duck 'em
Work, records, I tuck 'em
I been stackin', stockin', gifted, you would think I stuff 'em
Me, from a different family tree
They don't really want this shit
Try to give 'em the light and they leave
You hangin' like ornament, uh
Shit feel like a tournament, look
I'm in the race with greats, feelin' like Big, Born Again, uh
I'm feelin' like Pac, du-pla-cated, back with my boo-lay
Like she Haitian, uh
That love is voodoo, yeah
Y'all on that same shit
See, that's that doo-doo
Wallet empty, pop, small pockets, stepped, mutulu, ooh
Now I'm the man of the house, little juju
Not only a must I come up, this shit is crucial
So, I started spittin', rap battles on Pitkin
Bystanders was like, "That nigga nice though"
Blew a red flag on they head, we aight though
Only enemy in our hair was po-lice yo
Live a movie, you could hear cut on your life, bro
Niggas dread the thought of death, we don't wanna die, bro
Just 'cause we colored, you got me twisted
Try to watch my brain with fucked up conditions
But I'm the champ who overcame
Mentioned The Blueprint, I think Hova's name
And thanks to beats, I numbed the pain
P. Soul provide the novacaine
Can't be my lane like Tory with no story
You the least of my problems, like I'm beefin' with [?]
Saved by the bell, no
All of my bars prevail, you're stuck in jail
Like nudes in the 90's, so much pussy in the mail
Nowadays, my generation operatin' through feminine ways
A dedicated emcee before I heard it pay
But now, ain't nothin' free, dawg
Need a couple G's at least fuckin' with me, dawg
I'm ill, actin' like you don't see, dawg
But you a wolf, I know you're pre, dawg
I'm on that ass like toilet seat
I'm fly, plus I keep a lil shum shum like toiletries
And I deliver like they order me
This beat is wavy, I just came to test the waters
Nothin' more to see
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