Excel - Cheddar Bay Biscuits lyrics

Cheddar Bay Biscuits (Verse 1) I promise you I ain't even wanna address it I ain't reply and they ain't get the message You opportunist rappers must be stressing But the OGs told me teach ‘em a lesson So I'll give it a minute Let me get into it First off, all of these disses are disingenous Act like you don't remember this Same week you dropped the song You was hitting my line for a**istance Ay bruh, I got songs that need opinions (Naw) Sending ‘em to you now, let me know when you get ‘em (Naw) Could you write me up a press release And handle the business (Naw) I know you got plug on the blogs Tell ‘em to listen (Naw) I love that verse you did on my song Bro, you be k**ing That's why I'm the big homie No matter that age difference You can see I ain't trippin' That just mean we made different I got proof to k** your whole persona But I ain't snitchin', hold up… (Pre-Chorus) All My Life I been on my grind (Been on my grind!) Selfmade, I been puttin' in my time (Puttin' in my time!) When I hit the stage They go in a rage Place jumpin' (Whole Place Jumpin') They say a lot of things But still, they ain't said nothing All I hear is… (Chorus) Crabs in a bucket! Everywhere I look around All I see is Crabs In a bucket! Trying to pull each other down All of y'all is Crabs in a Bucket Crabs in a bucket, it's ridiculous All you crabs in a bucket Man, somebody bring me Cheddar Bay Biscuits (Verse 2) And I get my feast on Yeah, I get my feast on Every time they put beats on This what I be's on I been plotting I been watching I see they been sending the shots But I know what it is You got complacent You look in the mirror Can't see the greatness That you thought you had Why you getting mad Cuz you never in the top conversation (Is that why you hating?) Man, the city too small To be envying the next man, dawg Is you done or you finished? That's something I can't stand for a minute Just remember that ya haters Been ya fans for a minute Mad, in they feelings ‘Cuz all records mimic a broke fan in the ceiling You can see they ain't spinning Oh, ya new tape dropped? I'm sorry We didn't see ya You make music for your block I make music for arenas (Pre-Chorus) (Chorus) (Verse 3) No more dissing in my city After this, no more dissing in my city No more pretending Like this isn't my city It coulda been our cities You shoulda just rocked wit me Instead you plotting against me That's your first mistake Don't let it be worst mistake Don't let it be your hearse mistake Careers die when I cut ties Never really had a crew , ‘cuz I don't really trust guys Never trust a rapper Talking about :You gon' be sorry When I get on!” If you was that on You woulda been on You would be bodying every instrumental you get on And getting paper For every paper you put ya pen on Instead, you just mad at the next man getting money I swear this whole game gettin' funny Look at you, fam Rappers out here getting booked for the Grammys You still hating on the Book and Gram I ain't shook by you sham rappers Who wanna shake hands after They go and let they true colors show You been hating on the low Like your self esteem Flip flopping Trying to degrade ya But being jealous ain't hip-hop nor gangsta And some a y'all are just trying to play the villain And only resort to guns When your bars ain't k**in' You ain't really bussing You just headed for destruction When you see me, dawg It's nothing Know I had to say something For you… (Chorus)