There's not much you do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may A lot of rappers wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit I layed to tape they erase me
I may be a little too and racy Sometimes the average listener and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so rhymes it may seem I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a what category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you me amongst one of them greats When I the gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom, far as she me
In a neighborhood that jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You ain't make or break me
Tryin' to strip me of my or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude 'Cause sooner or you haters are all gonna face me And when you me with all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to out, face me 'Cause been patiently waitin' for the day That we finally meet, in the same to see
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go to the basics You gon', say the wrong and get your whole face split The smell of victory it so much I can taste it
I my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it Your talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To your moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, shit, so quick you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough