LAWS - This Is Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Laws] Reach like Dikembe, that's what them say Work like Ken Day to live like senkay As the world turns, feelin' like I'm on a segway Leader of the new crew, someone tell S.K If you ain't showin' love now, then it's just hate I don't wanna do this show, kick rocks f** face Hammer out the stages for the love so long But my nuts so long, then my love's all gone You could write my music off if it weren't so strong And it's slowin' down my journey but it just hold on Shoulda got it when you had it, when the gettin' was good What it is is so great, they forgettin' you good Make another guy nuts fall, you still sub-par Funny style on the radio, think you Russ Paul Actin' like I won a Grammy on my interviews My recognition due, this is just an interlude [Hook] Y'all weak, what I do up on the beat Probably get me one of three, this is me So if you got ‘em so cheap, got ‘em coming every week Thinking what I'm gon' be, this is me 'Cause this dope music, if this don't move ‘em I don't know what will, I don't know what will 'Cause this dope music, if this don't move ‘em I don't know what will, I don't know what will [Verse 2: Laws] See, I used to pray for it till I became God I became Laws, that's one and the same ‘Cause if you study my name, if you spend enough time I'm a comin' of age, you know I'm nothin' to tame I should be up in the cave with Hannibal as my neighbor But I'm so deranged, he be askin' me for some favors Like Laws, how Clarisse giving you nude shots? You got so many songs that they thinkin' you 2Pac Read up the new shots that drop in the streets I could hear your sweat tricklin' down ‘cause you weak And the beat's so k**ed, they'd be happy to sign The A&R's are tryna cover Laws with hazardous signs Take Slim, Take Mos, put ‘em back in they prime Wonder if my mother had some kind of magic vagine ‘Cause I was stuck with tryna keep backbackers happy with mine Then I became all of my favorite rappers combined Like Jay, Big, Pun, Pac, I ain't ever going to stop Dead in the middle of Florida, that's where the bugs stop Three stacks, G rap, hold up, he's back Friday night, gotta cop Jimmie's in a three pack Redman, face Nas, get up out my face God I'm about to black out, prison let me back out What I go in for? Runnin' in the pen raw One night, said I'm good, buddy that's a ten four [Hook]