Please Listen

[Verse 1]

All I need is the notepad

Bottle of Remy, I can jack down the Prozac

I'm so intact so I stay sharp

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

It's a war with the enemy

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

Ain't finna peak yet

I just cease 'em with the free;

It's like my freestyle's cleavage

And my songs when they reach, they official

So unzip the bra, be in awe from the nipple

It's so simple to see things from a genius perspective

When my competition ain't much

I ate lunch but the gluttony is running in me

I'm looking at your dinner feeling like there's nothing in me

It's nothing iller

Them emcees don't come wit' it

Like a tongue that don't find clit

Go ahead jo, go ahead ho

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And I don't think homes

I just blank out

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Like Ashanti

Hip Hop's bounty, hunter

Young'n in the Fader like laundry

Hoes love me

Get blown like lawn leaves

And then I bounce like cars out in Long Beach

A far reach from them rap dudes

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while I'm dishing out a typhoon

I write tunes

I'm hoping that they dig it

A break from what you hearing

[Chorus]

Please listen, please

Please listen (Gotta get the checks)

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Fuck it, it's Hip Hop and niggas don't give a damn

[Verse 2]

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

No motherfucker dug it 'til you motherfuckin' brung it to 'em

Them label motherfuckers sucking every other young'n

They swingin' woods like the motherfuckers nun-chucking

Hundred running, they ain't finna slow down, never

I'm on the run, keep running

I should run for Kenya

Do not attempt to interfere

I am much better

Inferior, but I'm nice

I am tough leather

I'm advanced like vancing?

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I'm from the zoo where the animals ain't hands on

Gorillas bite a nigga's whole damn hand off

Landover niggas running round with mad warrants

The feds slower than a can pouring

Honey

DC, man over money

Pride over dough

Niggas dying like it's nothing

I hope that I can be the light to 'em

Some say I'm not the right dude to give light to 'em

They right too 'cause

They ain't say that, then they wouldn't be haters

They wouldn't be nothing

Wale the campaigner

I wouldn't be famous

I'd be up in FootLocker

The same pair of trainers

Same '89 Camry that needs painting

No LA'n, no NY'n

No more splurging on fitteds at Goliath

No I'm lying

I'ma always give it to 'em

You don't get it now, give it 'bout a year or two

I need a little room

They say I need growing

I'm already grown

Nigga I'm Greg Oden

Kevin Durant, you're an ant like my mother kin

I goes in, this is such a cinch

Shit, I use the same line, like I did again

You're uncool like my mother kin

See, I'm done

Fuck it

You're uncool like my; you get, you get it by now right?

[Chorus]

Please listen, please

Please listen (Gotta get the checks)

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Please listen up

Please listen, man

Fuck it, it's Hip Hop and niggas don't give a damn