Joe Hooker - You'll Never Be Better Than Me (I'm That sh**) lyrics

Intro: You dogs wanna know the life I live You dogs wanna see the things I did So much in this world is this sh** It's just sh**, just full of this [Queen Pen] Check it, on some down and dirty sh**, Crown Height sh** Is you life thugged out Benji style sh** While you wanna front on your white style sh** Praisin all your dough on some real bullsh** I cops the high rent on land b**h Without being platinum that's that smart guy sh** You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid The first to cop a pleed, that's that real hot sh** Can't pick or choose wit click you wanna run with On the up and up that's that real crab sh** Poppin mad sh** on that mix tape sh** But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type sh** I know what I did, what I seen, where I been While you capitalize of this life you done lived If you ask me that's some real bullsh** Record called me suppin me up, fake artist sh** Chorus: Joe Hooker You will never be better than me See you much too smart to me You will never be better than me See you much too smart to me [Queen Pen] Talkin about a life that you know you never lived You a studio gangsta phony artist sh** Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid That's that show off, big trick sh** Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type sh** Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet sh** How do my n***as dose on some real legal sh** On the low that's that real have your back type sh** Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the sh** That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type sh** Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts sh** f**in around wit my click, get that face lift sh** On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type sh** You a snitchin a** punk on that deep cover sh** Never n***a Chorus [Queen Pen] We gets down for I's on some ghetto star sh** '87, '99, we was legendary chip chicks On I-95, pushin big boy whips Six bricks in the trunk, that's that Braveheart sh** We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin sh** And see a life thru your click, that's the fraudulent sh** On some flippin now sh**, gettin money typed sh** Smokin purple haze every day, every night sh** b**hes holdin grunges on that childish type sh** And when the dough get low tell me where your click is We roll 50 deep on that war type sh** Hittas in the trunk that's that real life sh** First trip around on some lesson earth sh** But this trip around, strictly QB sh** Bystorm sh**, some more real sh** Up in ya face, stronjay type sh**, ha Chorus Hook 8X I'm that sh**, you that sh** Everybody gonna wanna rock my sh** Chorus