[Layne Jazzey]
Just woke up in a sunday morn
Feeling dizzy
Like i slept in an orgy with
Twenty b**hes
Saturday's been a long day
But i'm still on a thoughts race
Thinking to myself "how can i make
It to top ten?"
Minus nine rappers, i rank the
First place
The best of the best chea!!!
I'm never gon'rest chea!!!
My target ain't changed i'm still
Shooting the game ya'll
Dispatching rappers nine to five
Like its a day job
A menace to fake n***as like
Julius to Jacob
You try me my n***a you gon' deal
With a deep mob
Any kind of beef is like a walk
On the park to me
I'm forward looking like a horse
Give no sh** about history
Holy water on your lips so you
Don't say sh**
n***a you gotta respect me
I'm the rap game priest
I control you with my verses
I don't use fists
I control you with my words
I don't break wrists
Peace!!!!!!