Eminem - Renegade Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Take the shades off, they gotta see me for this one Throw the hoodie on, they gotta feel me for this one Don... Corner Stories coming soon, you dig? [Verse] I'm sitting court-side with n***as that bought pies Talking boss vibes, they hustled and thought wise Had a lot of friends, now it's like a short nine 'Cause either they all died, in jail or crossed sides Look, it's non-fiction whenever the Don spittin' It's palms itchin', never knew his father, heart missin' In the middle of the night, and he caught his mom sniffin' Hard livin', bet you never see them scars healin' We just praying on a good hand while the cards dealin' Really feelin' like we ain't start winnin' till we start sinnin' Half of the time, it's murder on the back of my mind Packagin' dimes, young n***a just adaptin' to crime Never got a hand out, I ain't ask for a dime These are stories out my life, they just happen to rhyme And I'm destined for greatness, I expect them to hate this Trust me, your grind is never respected till you make it Liquor gettin' spilled for the n***as that was k**ed You can't see my eyes 'cause my hoodie on tilt We ain't getting no sleep til the mission complete We just tryna see a million a week All praises to the Lord Saviour I made a come up off them old razors Chasin' short paper on a corner til the force take us Bunch of law breakers, small hood, we was all neighbors And all the ball players turn to .44 sprayers Different kind of thrill when you pay your momma bills Fans, got a record label, n***a signing deals Them OGs had candy canes and candy rain Movin' pictures, it's new edition, can you stand the rain? This ain't a game, this a family thing, I manage pain Wonder when the damage came, certain sh** I can't explain Friends k**in' friends and they lit up a ten Over b**hes and ends, tell me when will it end And I live through it, n***as tellin', I seen the real do it Momma told me "don't stand on that corner", and I still do it Since boot rooms, the kid been locked in like a group home Dropped out of cla**, made a k**in' on the school zone [Outro] Yeah... We ain't playin' no games, they know what the f** it is