(Young Sim)
I spent months without recording
Different bars written basic sh** got boring
I figured if I go h.a.m. I might slaughter
Attract your moms, your pops, even your step daughter
n***a my plans caught up
Cause I'm too busy overworking never quit your day job
Puttin real strength into this music you just A-Rod
I accelerate, you more of a feather weight
I could get used to being doubted I don't hesitate
To fire back again and finish off these leftovers
Angel on my right devil on my left shoulder
My future starts to transform as I get older
These drunk mc's ain't tryna turn the rap game sober
When you aimin to win I'm aimin for history
I don't understand these haters its a mystery
I been a part of the movement
Multiplying my crew like I started a unit
You really think I'mma answer your subliminal? Think Again
Because I'm all about my music and fam
Only staring at my visual never in a glance
So I gotta work as hard as I can
I was a pushover at first but now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy
A lil dude tryna blend in with the right size
Now I grew a couple of inches no pause
Anybody that's somebody give me your applause
(Will C.)
Yeah
Nah I dont think they heard me
YEAH!
It was only a matter of time
Young Sim
f** it they know who I am
Will
I hate to be the f**ing a**hole
But im known as the sh** as far as that goes, ha
Yeah, I know I know they told me once befo'
But f** it I guess no one in the room got testicles
Far from professional, harsh but original
They scared drop bars as if they in prison so
Unlock the cage I wanna see what ya bring
And if you push me to the limit I'mma pop like a guitar string
Use to be the nice guy, presentable to the public
Now I make god sick to his stomach
Now I make jesus slap his father with a knock off bag of prada , saying why I oughta
While I laugh on some dumb sh**
GSW that's the only crew I run with
They wanna get to the core but they can't even get to the pit
Everything I do is big destory just to punish
So I guess im big pun b**h
I told you before these n***as not real, dey claim and they flaunt but they never gon steal
My light and my shine thats basically mine, I slaughter without any nine
They superfical, and if they got pistols tell em the back of their head demands a missle
It 2012 get over yourself, pause means you ain't a man enough to be a man yourself
SW no words can describe us
GSW is destiny's children without no survivors
You can stare at the clock hoping it stops
I am g shock, dont think ill make it , watch