Shady Cashis, King Mathers cla**ic Lets go! (Verse 1) Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and barely breathing Im spillin on the seats of my old skool black Lincoln Im ridin with a heat, off a pill and no speakin My best is level three, they say Em, Im not beating My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me The penetentary, and my future cause Im falling My part of history is to follow the Lords calling But n***az mess with me, till they all on the floor crawling Im poppin with no warning, Im hotter than global warming Im flooding the block with coke, knowing you all want it This life I was born in homie, Im ready and able To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label Im daily prayin to Proof, he know Im telling the truth That I love King Mathers the way that he do Your legacy never through, cause we be ridin for you And if you n***az out there really want them problems then move (Hook x2) I be layin in the motherf**in cut, cut Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup They know I always keep a motherf**in blunt, plus I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk (Verse 2) Im poppin a zannie to keep me humble, my family If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal with my constant insanity Im the sheek is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed Your b**h wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these n***az be testin me, so the law be arrestin me But I bail out fast, after an hour of questioning You dont know who I be, you aint seen MTV Maybe on BET, Im who you wanna be Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the nickel beams The Capo and Shady Cashis, forever remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it I cant change it, this is me Im tryna get out the street, and be in the industry But yall n***az perpetrators, you gangsta pretend-to-bes Im off of this Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy Im a motherf**in problem, you kinda remember me (Hook x2) I be layin in the motherf**in cut, cut Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup They know I always keep a motherf**in blunt, plus I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk (Verse 3) I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat My patience is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin Now Im bout to be the n***a that nobody like again n***az in the studio dont wanna come write with him Cause you know when you hear me flow, Im writing like Eminem Was putting his life on my pen, you gotta write it again Im blowin dro in the wind, you can hear my first verse I know Im still a win, you n***az is feminine Im good in any hood, from the Chucks to the Timberlands A venomous lyricist, who be livin it period. Runnin circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you idiots Its hard to survive, in this game of middlemen But I got supply, thatll bring the millions in (Hook x2) I be layin in the motherf**in cut, cut Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup They know I always keep a motherf**in blunt, plus I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk King Mathers and Cashis Look what the f** just happened. haha