Young E - 1st Detention lyrics

[Intro (The Friends of Distinction - Going In Circles)] I'm an ever rollin' wheel, without a destination real I'm an ever spinning top, whirling around till I drop Oh but what am I to do, my mind is in a whirlpool Give me a little hope, one small thing to cling to You got me going in circles (oh round and round I go) You got me going in circles (oh round and round I go, I'm spun out over you) [Fades into Young E] [Verse 1] This is the one and only First Detention I've been helping out out the whole Latin Hustle, did I mention There's a total of about four new tracks from us? Gladiator flows like my name was f**ing Maximus Damn, don't confuse this with that 1st Impression Do that, and I'll leave you in a personal Great Depression That sh** was way too dope, way too outta my league Like a model girl fast on her knees, with no fatigue But yo, I drop sick sh**, the f**ing sickest around Sicker than d**h flowing around in a small town I got rhymes of murder, speakers of fear, turn up the surround sound Leave your crew and your moms on the ground, where I found The rest of your life, please, you ain't down to go pound for pound The story of my life and rap is starting to mix but I won't frown Cause with every tear, comes a laugh, so look at me now [Verse 2] I named this the First Detention since I deserve a timeout With a couple of bad b**hes, or till I'm f**ing blown out My energy is gone, barely enough to record this sh** I'm new, I don't ask for much, but please, no quarters and sh** Making so much music, it's starting to get me bored and sh** But wait, you actually though I would forfeit and sh**? f** that, but even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't Even if I wanted to put down the mic, I wouldn't Nah, nay, nope or whatever Yah, yay, hope for that Eva Ima do this motherf**ing rap sh** forever Slick thoughts, rhymes too clever Sly Tendencies, wearing an Active sweatshirt Wicked communication, b**hes get a wet squirt So fly from the ground, pissing on birds Dictionary mayhem, jizzing on words sh**, I drop sick sh**, my flows are doo doo I listen to myself, so f** what you told me to do [Verse 3] I'm so off my schedule, but somehow I make time I'm back up in this sh**, and I'm f**ing out of line If Ace is the Latin Prince of f**in' Rhymes, well I'm the king Please don't take this as a diss, I'm just aiming for the bling If you n***as are sick, well I might as well be dead You b**hes nothing but paperwork, I'll file you next to "ped" Or instead next to the rapists and a f**ing bed Why you mad now? I'm thinking it was something I said Well if it is, I ain't sorry cause I do sh** for a reason I'm starting to see green like somebody brought the trees in I'm forever loyal to the Latin Hustle, f** treason How come you b**hes ain't tasting right? I'm like: "Somebody please change the f**ing season!" I'm too cool, so the fans be f**ing freezin' I got these hoes pissed off like I was f**ing teasin' Whoever listens to Ace, Flow, or Woods better be believin' Or else ima drop y'all like four floors and no pleasin' [Outro] Shout out to Lil Ace (man), Latin Hustle (stuff) Shout out to my f**ing self (man), and my baby (stuff) Shout out to Charles Woods (yeah), Lady Flow (yup) We got them goods (yeah), and we ain't letting go (yup) I'm like blah (damn), sipping on that Patron (cups) Purple Drank, God (damn), Styrofoam (cups)