Dru Ha - Slave lyrics

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the Weak sh** that I hear no lyrical styles come near To the one who boasts like Buck On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a f** I hate the weak sh**, man it be f**in with my soul I peeped how radio be trying to take control Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit But until I fall off, call off your set And if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck Look inside of the mind and see Cause you might be trapped with a n***a like me I feel like I'm trapped in the motherf**in cave To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave Jugular vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage Of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back To the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack And I don't give a fu*k what you say Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day n***as don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo I roll on more n***as than cee-lo We might just bumrush your set Me AND my n***as on the real mic check Like my n***a Smif gettin swift on the gift Then I toss another lesson to my n***a Wessun And my n***a Five from the tribe of Moon Pa** the Crooked I, b**h yo pa** the boom Whenever you're ready I'mma take you into the stage Deep in the mind of a slave