Rain Man - Too Bad lyrics

I twist my fingers like 2Pac Washin' my sins I lose track it's like loose socks Where the f** my support comin from when that noose drops Y'all got me or, am I dependin' on ghost figures To keep away gold diggers when I record I gotta focus, no time to watch the Lotus That celeb pulled up in, I been busy bullyin' pens Better say what I want, I been runnin' it like I'm haunted Don't flaunt it, I know I got it though, confident as the whole f** The type you call a hoe, and a s*ut, evoking no lust No time for the pandering, postin' sh** about Scandal N talking' sh** on ya friends, I ain't really got those Only thing touching my cheese is my f**in' nachos You ain't got goals, you dreamin' about one days, and maybe afters I'm squarin' up with Lebron you tryna play the rafters You journeymannin', got traded off of the Raptors To the D League, 50 said it best, hustlin' backwards I'm tired of f**in' waitin' I Ain't got a reputation for bein' a patient guy Comin' for yo spot, get up outta that booth unless you ready to die Turn ya self esteem to spaghetti, give Fetty ya eye Can't see me, on my Bohemian Rhapsody Queens lovin' my lyrics they askin' me how to rep at my shows It's comin' I promise, when I'm startin' to see some commas I'm fallin' back, the greatest let the haters do the honors Y'all too bad I been a poet, a writer, rappin' was naturally next Breakin' into an industry dominated by nappy necks From the moment I touched a mic I done had they respect Now I'm tryna spread that influence, ain't dyin' wit no regrets My talent is God-given, told me to use it wisely Bubble slowly and rock for generations like the Isleys Take a sh** on yo predecessors quality-wise Show the new generation how to give knowledge disguises ‘cause my beats hard, you can be smart and still manage To keep yo G card I promise, I made the honor roll And the V squad, now I'm just tryna deliver These rhymes packed with fire like it's Hawkeye quiver N I'm an innovator, rockin the black wit' the gold, no Laker Makin' the league wit the street in mind, tryna be Rafer I skipped the life full of being drunk on the weekend Documented my life, tryna pull every seat in Hopin' y'all can see in, got plenty to say People claimin' the art dead, this millennium laced Straight fire comin' outta my brain, all I need is ‘bout 8 Bars for stakin' my claim, 8 for makin' my name Think we close, we ain't based in the same Zip code, it's a lot of people I rated insane In my younger days and I look at ‘em now like they competition Sk**s matchin' the pa**ion put me in perfect position Y'all too mad