Whatever ya like,
do you, I got the pen and the mic
not an actor, more like cinema hype
not a rapper, bite but the venom denied
n' that factors, into the life imma live
all the young niggas, advice imma give
stay in school, unless it ain't for you
if ya drop out, make sure the bank approves
and that's real, don't really read the news
I'm tryna make that, tryna let success be a nigga payback
clapback to the snapback, skinny jean rockin' impostors
jock us, from the PhD to the doctors,
frat boy, they been trainin' to lock us
convoys, Ks n' the launchers
momma's boys, good grades ain't beyond us like,
a drumroll for the gung ho imitation
basic abrasions, no shots
y'all be on base for duration
no boxin', I brought rocks in, uh
y'all niggas better boo me,
'cause really imma need that push,
ain't never been one for the scripture,
but I feel like imma need that book
'cause one of these days all the work gon' pay
n I don't need money for the twerk all day
I just wanna be a role model for the bros
while I'm givin' all these other niggas hope
both eyes in the scope like
[Interlude]
Hook
Hol' up
I ain't tryna be famous, nigga that's for y'all
homie I'm straight remainin' underrated
faded, wit no alcohol
when I look back on life I want memories
at the gates on judgement day
so keep tryin' you can't get rid of me
I got a lot to say
wit' this loud mouth
work
Verse 2
Imma set, trends, by bein' the nigga that don't care
bout bad bitches, fake ass hair
them rap labels wit' stables of mares
that make mad money for white folks to share
I ain't naive tho, errybody need money, gotta eat though
but to make it on top wit' ya manhood
kinda like dunkin' on Shaq from the free throw
tryna give shit back to the people
'cause y'all lifted a nigga from the boondocks
I got new clothes, and a new watch
from the shit I got comin' out ya boombox
and that's real life,
I'm tryna get across what it feel like
I grew up lovin' hip hop, and kill mics
from the hustle on side, to providin'
a nigga wit' a meal like
I can't say I'm really eatin' tho
but I never had to keep peace before
'cause they wanna know what the plan is, what's next
all that's on a need-to-know
so reload...
yeah, a negro
educated, in the ways of the world
n my resume could stack up to the great,
back up, as far as my skills on the mic go
errybody need somethin' they can die for
jumpin', sideways like Michael
but I wanna kill shit, then fade to black
pull a Joe Dumars every night tho
ask me to change I'm like, no
[Interlude]
Hook
Verse 3
I rap like no-body you know
I ain't even gotta do shows, my words connectin'
that bass to the face, and y'all can say grace
but ya body gon' float, N.O.
no blockin', slappin' the window
break glass, n the passion to get dough
supersided, niggas wakin' up in Bugattis
thinkin' about passin' the indo
y'all take this, smoke it, I'm focused
my prognosis, y'all throwed n below this
lift weights, my flow is aerobic
better get hot, 'cause I"m gon' be the coldest
Kumite (Waahhh) hoes get lotus
but my queen get it all in one
don't judge when I'm fallin' son
these ballers stunt, but that's all a front
they ain't real
if we don't sound like Drake, we can't feel?
not everybody make rap for the bills
so cut the backseat criticizin'
and put fries in the bag, witcha bitch ass
and that don't just apply to the broke niggas
rich dudes on dates wit' a gold digger
lookin' down on peons, rhyme seance
I bring life to the dead, walkin'
up streets and I'm thinkin' 'bout losses
flawless, flip switch to the lawless
criminal minded, divine binded
never believe, the world give a man all this
