my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a
it's only stress due to the severity of the case Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes The same sense of survival and the same nothing to loose
And now that dog's more of a part of this family Then I am, too I don't come home much anymore No, no, no, I don't come home much anymore, mama And
finger could speak then I say the same man I stay my name....call me legacy bitch Mr. Sweetheart AKA let me see tits doing too much like a marble back
you know he's lying I never been one to have a PhD 'Cause I don't want nobody playing hating on me I know a good thing when I see one I look in your
same shit on the radio Tired of seein' the same bitches in the video Tired of Benzes, Bentleys and Diamonds in yo chain yo Tired of hearin 'bout all this cash, when most of you broke Can even give a
nothing like a neighborhood trampy slut Take a hoe to a spot and let her lick these nuts Get a square bitch, you gotta lie to kick it But with a nasty
go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got
the trade alive Nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybody?s just trying to survive You need a gun, can?t use those knives You got a bullet, well just pull
'Cause you like it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got a lot of cash for a little love All
it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got alot of cash for a little love All they wanna
dick! A bulldagger done stole my bitch [A bulldagger done stole MY bitch! Bitch told me she don't want no dick!] A bulldagger done stole my
It's a matter of prescience no, not the science fiction kind It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading, disjointed
I still couldn't buy me a brand new girl Too much clubbin', not enough lovin' Too much shoppin' Too busy chasin' Escrilla And now look, I've lost me a
you and die And though you give me a reason to live There's so much more to give It hurts so much this kind of human touch That touch too much You'
'all know that (I'm a G.O.A.T.) And like I said, I'm one of the motherfuckin' best before you get your panties in a motherfuckin' bunch (I'm a G.O.A.T
talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer