[RetcH]
(We in here, we got Ness in the engineer seat. They freed Mike we got Mike in here. Boy i tell you them 2 years flew man and that boy came out still looking like a rockstar, and oh yeah they freed cash)
[Verse 1]
Yo my ex girl told me pace myself slow it up
But im fast money and im livin what im throwin up
Maybe thats the reason why we broken up
Im always on the go and she just wasn't holding up
But never mind her lets get back to rap
The realest young n***a spittin
Yes i am that
Lyically adapt
If you can process that
Hard headed cats, like a n***a with a iron cap
Fresher than a pair of f**in iron slacks
Hoes eyeing me and through them guccis know im eyeing back
Im goin hard til i get my name up on the map and ima jerk the game be the n***a thats supplyin rap
I promise that scouts honors that
These new boys is all jerks and just tarnish rap
When i finish them they'll just be a scar on rap
Them dance moves on point but where your bars is at (hah)
The games to be sold and not be told i still use a new flow or itll just be old
You ask who am i the greatest story never told
You see i drew a good hand i would never fold
Couldn't see me fallin off with a telescope
f** b**hes. Get money
Couldn't find a better quote
Im just tryna give jersey rap a better hope
And if i fail you can forget that i ever spoke
But thats just a facade
Because i flow with these bars
Magical like a mirage
And think outside the lines while you stuck ins the margin
My music is respected by the stars
And thats why my attitude is fresher than my garments
I am not the best choice to go hard with
Been in rap beef and i ain't never lossed zip
Been in street beef and the wins outweigh the losses
And thats just me bein honest
Because most n***as liars
Talkin they suppliers
See em in the streets
They be lookin like the buyers
Hungry starving looking like they dying
But lets just not get involved with that
Broke n***a sh** now i dont want know parts in that
We looking for the freaks yeah, tell her bring a friend in
My lifes a movie baby where my happy ending
Now this is where i finish em extortin em
Torture them slaughter em diminish them
Time to start ending em lyrically injure them
To the point where they never wanna touch a pen and pad again
When it comes to the loot i been gettin it like a veteran
Still in high school but won't catch me me in no letterman
Sports not my thing but i pitch and i ball
Money is money yeah im taking quarter singles and all
On tracks i give em my all
Put my heart on the beat but hating n***as conjure thoughts off accapellaing me
Third finger to your mother
Yeah n***a on some mean sh**
You n***as real slow
Stop f**ing with that lean sh**
Catch me rolling dutches getting top from a mean b**h
She a computer genius
Downloads the semen
The places i like to shop you ain't never been seen
In and i just happen to be livin out what your dreamin
Unngh.. So you might wanna take a picture true to my religion jesus could relate to scriptures. Bending b**hes like a motherf**ing game of twister
Its mr. f**in ..... .... .... .... .......... im tired of hearing the negative way my name is mentioned because n***as be knowin im the one the game is missin
And your boy got bars like a slammer
And he never been a fruit but that n***a go bananas...