[Intro]
Ok. Now, this is just the beginning of a motherf**ing rap cause I kept my mouth closed for too long. Talk to 'em
[Verse 1]
I done kept it real from the jump, n***a
Took a lot of sh** and kept my mouth closed
Just know you're playing with the right one
f** around and k** your whole household
Ever since a n***a dropped out and slept on
Old a** rappers like some dope that was stepped on
Put a topic on the table, see who really merkin'
And check these n***as pockets, see who really hurtin'
n***as love to flex, but be dumb as a b**h
Put him on the spot and make him read, watch how he stutterin' sh**
Your favorite rapper talk that trap sh**, but never speak numbers
Now that's the sh** that raise a red flag and make a n***a wonder
[Verse 2]
Aye it's the sixth man, I feel like Manu Ginóbili
I put a show on for the fans like I'm playing at the Garden
Put two and two together, now you tell me who should be starting
I'm not a rapper, I just took a break from hooping
Right now, I'm getting paid to talk sh** and f** the groupies
While them same hating n***as somewhere looking goofy
Me while I'm busy getting rich and gaining weight
Hundred dollar plates, eating for the times we never ate
With some b**hes on the way and umbrellas in my drink
Getting [?] and my hair [?], n***a