[Mystic Blu]
Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm
n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy
Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation
Wait up, look-it here
Who you think you're foolin'
[RoQy TyRaiD]
I'm from the land of conservative politicians, discriminating bills/
sh**ty sports organizations, a morgue for entertainers/
The cost of living is permissive of commissions that wane/
‘Til they're devoid of finding options, a glorified hospice/
Forgot who the hell they is/
‘Til n***as fall off harder than Tony Scott off an LA bridge/
Hostin' local shows for preservation/
Lowered expectation, you should've chose a form of education/
Success run dry, denials ugly/
Relive your glory days at Polk High, you Al Bundy/
That's why you're miserable/
Tryin hard to look like he live above y'all/
Type of n***a think he ballin' with a Rush Card/
Twenty dollar j**elry that he discovered at a bus stop, n***as is duck sauce/
Instead of dissin' young artists, you should try vibin'/
Your studio smell like moth balls and white diamonds/
Instead of pa**in' the torch/
You spend your cash on that crap in the back of The Source/
That's why your geriatric a** is lackin' support/
Live off the merit of your pa**, but ill-prepared to spaz/
For your success, an epitaph/
You're like Morris Day, you let The Time define you/
Steady sit on your behind like the grind will find you/
Shout out to my veterans with integrity/
Your self-respect is a testament to your legacy/
UGH!
[Mystic Blu]
Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm
n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy
Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation
Wait up, look-it here
Who you think you're foolin'
[RoQy TyRaiD]
You talked trash for years but now attempt to give me dap/
Because my team comprised of people who have actual careers/
You male groupies can go to hell. Don't make me air you out/
This ain't the Men's Warehouse, get the f** off my coattail/
Claim that you're a thug, who's earning change from slangin' d**/
And actin lame by runnin' game on n***as' famous, in the club/
Probably ask about his chain and what he drank to get his buzzed/
And droppin' names to make it seem like you ain't aimin' for a plug/
Think you tough, but energetically pursue and try to best friend ‘em/
We ain't by what you pull and who's a fresh dresser/
Suggestin' you're procuring expenses.. SURE!/
You're insecurer than a Tiger Woods text message/
Not only that, but your music s**/
Unfortunately for you, this “groupie love” ain't redeemable at Best Westerns/
So stop standin' by the guest entrance/
Behind every Million Dollar Broke Rapper's a depressed n***a!/
[Mystic Blu]
Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm
n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy
Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation
Wait up, look-it here
Who you think you're foolin'
Who you think you're foolin' (x3)
n***as think they too cool (x2)
When are you going to let, let, let it gooo (x2)
Heeyyy, aye aye aye (x 3)
Hmmmmmm