L.C. johnson - Frauds and Lames lyrics

You better back up off me And leave me alone sh** back on grizzly Man ya boy n a zone Ain't no new sensation I have been around for minute Lyrics autobiographical The glow is vintage Ain't no happy rap n***a Me i am the grim reaper n***a with a attitude Anti wiz khailifa See i dont give a f** Fact is i never did Always stated to myself Was a weird lil kid But my hands was nice When it came to them Street fights disrespect me And u gonna pay the damn price Man i take lives And f** they wives U a scary muthaf**a I can see it ya eyes Crawl i dont do Nails i dont chew When that line is crossed My attitude is f** you Too me is like whatever Got my whole crew together As long as we as one Ain't a storm we can't weather I focused on the task Never bring no false sh** One the way too the top Took one or two losses This is gods work Ain't a n***a can't stop me Me i call it confidence U b**hes call it co*ky I put two brothers And a sister three college I did from heart i dont need To be acknowledge Got that inner respect I dont need rolex Too floss my success My life has been a test Hook Its that west coast aftershock Before it or not we done changed The game alot of years Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x I got that big black dick To make a b**h nut quick Got a bad attitude so that I must admit When it comes to rap I am off the meat rack You either with me Or against simple as that Have my little homies Ain't my freind so f**um Got a funny vibe gonna Like i just could trustum Pockets stay knotted f** hoes who look exotic Flood the block with music Like we use to do narcotics I am not bad guy I am just trying to get by I rely on avalon to light Them up if i die Got a smile on my face As i am counting papes On the low ya baby mama Trying too give me a taste Scandoulous we can handle this The eastside way So when you see me We can jump right into that gun play No words is spoke My dick down your b**h throat Got her falling in love With every motherf**ing stroke Ya boy in charge Got a full body ma**age She bought me groceries With her ebt card Your nothin but hype With me u dont compare The type of n***a Who would piss on himself from a stare You practice looking hard But thats just a mirage On twitter n***as beefing Acting like they some broads Let tell motherf**ing About back in the day' I was raised On too short and N.W.A Hook Its that west coast aftershock Before it or not we done changed The game alot of years Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x