3D Na'tee - 3D Na'Tee - 2015 Doomsday Cypher lyrics

f** a newer watch, I'm tryna pursue the top The way I ball, they gon' talk about 'til they die like Stuart Scott Everything you are not, and can't be f**ed with And still keep all the medal close like Gabby Dougla** Was taught to never trust sh** Don't be fooled by this rush sh** You could get rushed for your Rush Card Like give it up, b**h Plus it's the young OG, I ain't new to chips I'm married to the green like the lady who threw the grits Presidential, no fits, no Olivia Pope Got this sh** from deliverin' dope Lyrics my n***as could quote Gettin' top on the Sicilian coat Type of sh** that make a n***a elope On some modest sh** Whip cold, look how low the driver sit Low mileage sh**, my car is younger than Tyga's b**h I come Mariah thick, flow on fire like Richard Pryor sh** And I ain't grow up with presidents like Maliah did Or Sasha Obama, bling my pops and my mama I was pushin' rocks, my cla**mates pushed a Honda Now I'm clean in my colon, that sh** ain't gettin' these commas These b**hes get in the game and start thinkin' that they Madonna But this is rap, you hoes k**in' the genre Reality shows called, I said, "Mona I'm honored But I ain't those hoes, those goals ain't on my radar" I'm hip hop's savior, y'all could be tamer I'm more like Jay or Lecrae or Malcolm with the K or The new 2Pac, sh**, should I say more? Now all these rappers young thuggin' and gang claimin' Knowin' damn well like their CD, they ain't bangin' I came in this game with two quarters like Lloyd Banks It was either rap or go to jail and avoid shanks Now I'm the illest rapper you know That switch up the flow more than they switched up Menudo Never sign deals for some wills and a Hublot Yeah you got signed but how many dicks did you blow? And don't ask me why Baby never scooped me up Y'all see Wayne: these n***as must think I'm stupid as f** If you can't trust your pops, sh**, who can you trust? It's funny what n***as do for some bucks, but not her See I've ghostwritten bars for some of your favorite artists And the ones I didn't write for, let's just a**ume they're garbage Every rapper up in this game's my f**in' target You can bet your house, your whip, chains and your mortgage See, I'm from New Orleans, and even though she below sea level They can't see Na'Tee's level She thorough from the Third Ward to New York's boroughs And I get chips like the chicks out in Melrose The f**in' underdog But ain't no way that I'm f**in' under y'all Could murder every one of y'all I'm at their head like ISIS, diva's just the nicest The way I raise the bar, I might raise my feature prices If the question is "Who lyrically set the standard?" Somebody tell Kanye, Sway finally got the answer It's me, Na'Tee, the best in the biz And shout out to my little brothers, they don't molest any kids