Mysonne - Uncontrollable lyrics

[Verse] You n***as playing with fire cause I command the entire Empire State, if he state he king he a liar Although I admire the confidence you've acquired But put a n***a up against Mys', it's quiet But thank you, now I'm inspired to put you n***as in graves Ingraving your tombstone ''Lord, n***a was brave'' You n***as is just waves, I am an ocean My motion is controlling like most of the east coast and n***a want bread, I told him you need toastings Sometimes negative brings positive results in I'm melting all of you n***as like wax on this wax Most of these rappers is wack and that's facts Ask some n***as in the mac if they listen to y'all fiction Painting pictures of life, that's my jurisdiction Jewish, Christians, Baptists, m**ms Scholars, hippies, trappers, hoodlums I ball with any being, beliveing in authenticity This money sh** these rappers be screaming don't mean sh** to me Before you think you f**ing with me know the history I've been the truth Since '98, they've mentioned me Instantly when they speaking on seeking the real lyrically (I k** all you n***as) I'm speaking for real, seriously Game tell your homie he controlling the west But this NY sh** is on me, show some respect I know you just don't expect to be crowned in my town After all the f**ing Years I've been putting it down While you was riding around hiding in your mom's minivan I was robbing around with hammers riding for my city, fam Before it was 50, fam, it was Mysonne lefty Rap motherf**ers would all love to forget me 50 grams of the Whitney, 100 pounds of the sticky All my boys in the hood, but I ain't trying to be Ricky I'm doughboy with a flow, boy, so you know, boy I'm a grown a** man, you ain't playing with no boy You ain't playing with no Toy, I'm a ticking timebomb Heard his sh** he was spittin' and it clicked like ''it's time, son'' Yeah, this the sh** that I'm on You internet n***as gon' need to click in and sign on It's where I'm gon' have n***as saying I'm sick and my mind gone Fish you, n***a, that's getting this grind on (Talk to them Mys') I'm Biggie, Jay Z and Nas They gon' say I'm crazy, but Biggie gave me these bars The sh** this n***as sayin' be okay with them frauds They get constellation prizes, but n***as ain't even stars f** the cars n***as drive The bars I provide got n***as hype Banging on them bars trapped inside You a good kid in a mad city, I'm a bad kid in a bad city I've been getting in n***as a**, ask Diddy Pause - now I'm back up on my bullsh** Hoodie on, scully on, black wool sh** Maino murder, Pat French, Vado All of my n***as, but they know just like I know I'm certified and I am lyrically a crime So like Jay Z said it, New York City is mine If I named you I respect you, if I don't then forget you I respect the n***as you got that protect you Motherf**ers must have forgot that I am special To the streets and to the art of hip hop, I am essential Tell whoever sent you you n***as is all fired Terminated, services no longer required The nervous sh** that you lames are spitting done expired I pray a n***a say my name, let 'em try it I quiet a n***a riot, I put a n***a on dieta I'm an underdog, it's David against Goliath Maybe they could deny it if I just wasn't so different If I was spitting lame sh** all the others was spitting I do a n***a filthy, freestyle or written Look, I cook a n***a in every pot in my kitchen Put 'em outt,a commission, finally got 'em to listen To my gospel I'm an impossible mission I promised all my n***as when I got out of prison I'll bring the city back, now the statue is risen n***a [Outro] Are you not entertained? Is this not why you're here? Haha, hip hop is back I'mma straight k** you n***as