Verse 1 (Feature 1)
Its my world be grateful if I let you stay
Your lucky your around a G like f and h
You want a lesson you could test your fate
Upper echelon but I spit it for the section 8
I brainstorm motherfucker can you catch my drift
They throw it at me, then I throw it back, better catch yo bitch
Open your eyes girl, you can see my coming
Shoot the fare one, you’ll never see me running
Unless its my city of course
I get around with the prettiest whores
Ima nightmare to boyfriends
Little man, don’t annoy him
Cuz you, You got a small shot like Earl Boykin’s
Its so easy being fly
Its like im greedy with the sky
It’s all fine, we all grind
I run the game and ball out like the courts mine

Verse 2 (Feature 2)
If you ever go turning me down
I’ll do a freestyle with yo style
Till the pussy come yelling meow
Got my feet down, head up
Boy, I’m good as any fella
With a 6 shot a big trunk that’s guaranteed to fit any fella
In it, its different cuz you don’t know nothing about me
But its soon that you will
Just assume that I kill
Cuz I’m a country motherfucker that’s cool as a field
Full of million dollar bills
And I know that I don’t have to say it but I keep it real
Fuck yo couch bitch
I’m on my eddy Murphy
Sitting low, you can see my chevy perfect
Look at me changing lane
Everybody saying that I changed the game
I could give a fuck but I don’t feel shit novacaine
It sounds right, even when im going left with it
I just stand up, what stand for fight the shit till the death

Verse 3
Ok, I’m back better know that
I been thinking this whole rap
Industry been so soft, we’ve lowered our standards a known fact
They’ve gone Hollywood, its stuck in em well
They’re masterbaters they only fuck with themselves
And telling em this I’m never gone settle
Im always gone give, 100% it’s how that I live
It’s all that I got, so life is the bid
The game is on a downfall, everything just sounds forced
Trimming the fat, like I’m trying to knock these pounds off
All your raps is ass and that’s probably why you full of shit
Grabbing on your sisters the only time you pull a bitch
Oh am I too harsh, maybe I’m just parched
Let me clear my throat (a hem) I know that its hard
When you hear a little truth, but you don’t want to accept it
Every time I’m in the booth, I be giving ya’ll a lesson
Better delete your sound click
No CD no sound clip
If you ask me your sound is like knee deep in cow shit
So don’t be mad at me, I’m not saying no lie
You should be happy I just saved you from wasting your time
Someone’s gotta speak up
Give tough love till they ease up
Its enough of this weak stuff, give the fuck up or keep up
Cuz everybody wanna be rapper and they gotta be the number one rapper in the game right?
But they don't really know, they're never gone blow, it's never gone happen the same night
But hold your head up, and never let up
Do it on your own, it feels so much better

Chorus
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