[Intro]
Yeah
When you spend day in and day out in the studio
Your voice will get hoarse
But what I'm supposed to do?
Stop rapping cause my voice sound hoarse?
I just take a little bit of Hennessy
[Verse 1]
Sleeping with nine millis ‘cause I don't need a dream
If music don't cut it, you know I'm coming back to fiends
They love me in Harlem, throughout the Bronx straight to Queens
Even static supreme, I bring the matic with beams
Hear a lot of rappers but they not original
The industry phony, cosigning all the gimmicks though
Don't ask about covers, my n***a, I don't really know
Don't ask about majors, my n***a, I don't really know
Don't ask my opinion maybe ‘cause I don't play the game
Maybe I'm very humble and I don't self proclaim
Maybe I'm too real and not a f**ing lame
Maybe I'm too fake, not smiling through the pain
Maybe, just maybe I got the Latin in my veins
And these are the questions I'm probably taking to my grave
Sometimes you gotta chill ‘cause this sh** will drive a man
Insane enough to k** himself with his own hands
[Verse 2]
No matter the circumstances, my n***a, I'ma win
No matter what god you pray to ‘cause everybody sin
No matter the rapper, I'm rapping circles till he earl
Not only take your fans, most definitely take your girl
First rapper rapping with curls, still clap it and body bag it
And dig you, nobody's asking what happened, they know who did it
Sleeping with dirty pistols, my life still the same
Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm loving all the fame
Mentally stable but everyday I'm getting crazy
Tell these b**hes I love 'em, even promise them my baby
I guess what I'm saying, I got a curse and a gift
The gift is to give back, the curse is getting rich
They tell me that I'm winning, I tell 'em I'ma quit
They tell me to get better, I'm only getting sicker
I'm sitting on hits, got my finger by the trigger
Blowing d**h in the air, I'm the answer to your prayers
Motherf**er