Matlock - Moonshine lyrics

I hopped off the train out for fame the only white mug sh**ted on the battle rappers, f**ed the open mics up Way back in the day rockin' adidas and a kangol Hoodie and a blunt, wrote my name with a halo Mom was on that same ol' "Get a job and get your life straight My favorite dago bangin' in the back, I'll do it my way '98 I gained crew, drank brew and paid dues My name grew, the played me on the radio I made news Crowds showed me love, other rappers had to show respect Older heads were so upset I blew up off a broke ca**ette Papa was a rolling stone, but me I love my home the best Chicago joe, and if I ever blow I swear I won't forget I came up starvin', in strife like the Evans' Sippin' 211's, scrapin' pipes, hittin resin When life gives you lemons make some f**in' lemonade, sh** Well life gave me pain against the grain and I made this... (scratches) Moonshine, my music is a true crime I hope it ease your brain and k** your pain the way it do mine (In due time), I'll either make a k**in' or I'll do time Cause even if the fuzz is comin' gunnin' son I'm still runnin' Moonshine, I'm tryin' to do my thing b**h do you mind? If you love me then I love you if it's f** me f** you two times (2 dimes), 2 phillies, Logan b**hes lookin' too fine Music blarin' starin' out the window on the Blue Line Crazy Artist Type, way before it was recorded Morty poured his f**in' heart out, when no one would support it And now they' damn fools at a Fam' Jewels performance Rocked Planet Mars, tapped the bar dry at Orbit Afterwards we scraped change for dirt weed and waffles Wasn't even 21 and cats were blessin' us with bottles Plenty scummy throwin' up, everybody goin' buck People overflowed the show, po-po came and broke it up I buckled down blasted, wrote an underground cla**ic Bootleggers had it made, the whole f**in' town has it Funny-style ba*tards couldn't hate and they knew it In my face they played stupid, tryin' to say they ain't do it, (who's it?) FJ music, rowdy and we reek of gin We come in, wreck the f**in' stage and kick the speakers in Then gone with the breeze again, cheesin' with a bag of dollars 4 O'clock in the mornin' smokin' kickin' raps while the... Moonshine, sh**'s weak? Somebody tellin' you lies Bring your baby's mama down and come and see the Jewels live (School time), I'll kick game and spit flames at you swine Cause I'm harder from my hard luck, I'm smarter and my heart pumps... Moonshine! And money, I don't give a f** who you sign You new jacks could lose lives, the new batch of (Moonshine!) Could knock a buzzard off a sh** wagon, leave a mule blind Now all you little ba*tards hit your crib and write some new rhymes From New York out to Hollywood And to every hater far and wide (world-wide) Get out the game, change your name you can call it a day Your fun is up, you're done, run and hide (pack your sh**) We gon' smack up all you b**hes You're catchin' it vicious, naw you can't hide (no dice) I'll crack your head in 2 and stomp another hole in yo' a** Just for f**in' with my Moonshine I spit it for the kids sake, the sober and the sh**-faced The dirt-poor, my sick crew, the city and some inmates Thick chicks and mix-tapes, respect and the spinach Cinics eat a dick, I give a sh** about a critic Cats are livin' off of image, it's a God-damn shame I get 'em hollerin' the name and I ain't gotta campaign Cause I stuck to the ways that I chose motherf**er I'm unknown and broke, but I'm gold in the gutter Don't ask me what it's all about, if you don't know you gots to guess This hip-hop is all I got, greater men have died for less You bring it home, and if you don't, at least you know you tried your best But this a fact, you never turn your back, (That's just Common Sense) The basement days stayin' late layin' lyrics Dubbin' over singles hopin' somebody would hear it My sprit on the lowest budget, hissy-soundin' sh** recording Mr. Morty, this my story, if you know it sing it for me Moonshine, my music is a true crime I hope it ease your brain and k** your pain the way it do mine (In due time), I'll either make a k**in' or I'll do time Cause even if the fuzz is comin' gunnin' son I'm still runnin (Hey yo, how you doin' Morty?), Yo I do fine Especially if you buy my joint, cop that sh** a few times Actually I'm just happy I was here to spit a few lines For you guys, thank you motherf**ers, naw you're too kind