Beat Billionaire - Mr. Miyagi lyrics

[Verse 1] All I ever did was teach folk in the community A place where ain't no loyalty, or ain't no unity Taught you bout animosity and how to keep it gutta Explain to you in detail why you boys don't know my struggle This that real deal sh** from a real motherf**er My stomping ground make me a ill motherf**er Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it Mr. Miyagi with this sh** tho, you learned from it It's that murder man music, it's that n***a Boosie 30 chains on his neck, look at him, that n***a stupid He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22 I trained 20 n***as, to bust 20 Uzis I taught 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail When they slipped and fell, I got 'em outta jail If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back My line busy n***a, call back [Hook] Mr. Miyagi with this real sh** Mr. Miyagi with this real sh** Mr. Miyagi with this real sh** Mr. Miyagi with this real sh** [Verse 2] I took n***as with no hustle, and made em outta G's Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed I took care of n***as, if I was sliding, they was sliding with me Wonder why a n***a couldn't sit and testify on me (keep it real) Forget everything we did, get up and lie on me But that ain't how I raised n***as, Mr. Miyagi! f** any n***a got my back, I know God got me They said I wasn't coming home, God watching They say all my n***as looking like they got hard faces Mr. Miyagi, why the f** you think they couldn't break em? South Baton Rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient Cause all they had was n***as brains on the dinner table Every every every ghetto, they look up to me Every bad b**h in stilletos, they wanna f** with me If Lousiana was Atlanta, then I'm fuccin Meech I creep wax on, wax off [Hook]