CMC - P's & Q's Lyrics

Can I just rap
Please
I'm assuming that you're listening
See
Gotta gift gods given me
Wait
Break down flows like dam
Lake
Ers we share the town
LA
Bet you focused now
That's great
You don't wanna end up
Stuck
In a mental predicament
My tongue is tied it's toughest challenger cinnamon
Man I focused on the goal but this an odyssey isn't it
Hah
Isn't it
Why you playing with a player with a straight face
You know what they say win the race with a slow pace
Wait
I ain't done
Let me set up an assignment for the son of a gun
Oh my god he gotta be the greatest if he's going for my spot
Cold
Bitches stuck in an ice box
Flows
Undiscovered like cyclops
Waddle with a wish and wonder what would the white cost
Snow
That's right boss
Crew don't got a clue what's in it wonder what I've lost
No
Bitch is stuck on her iPod
Scooby didn't do it it was shaggy with pipe bombs
Enough playing around this flow ain't gonna be funny
I'm sick and tired of theses rappers only flexing with money
When they don't got the f*cking skill to even be in the running
I beat em all one day bet you know that it's coming
I'm on a rampage
How the f*ck you got a fan base from a face tat and some loud bass?
You are not great, you're a damn fake
But I am too
Nothing in this life's ever been real dude
I been poppin' plenty pillys and feeling silly and sitting in a city opposite of itty bitty
I'm witty and getting rid of my enemies with this shit that I'm spitting
Who am I kidding
I don't got no enemies everybody be-friending me
And I'mma need another shot of the Hennessy
I don't wanna leave this bitch but I got 20 ahead of me
Playing mind games
Like
Can I play
(In the game?)
With your tits bitch at my place
Not for kids
Homie hip hop hits often miss
A pot to piss
My mission as an optimist
Is not to diss
But first I gotta talk my shit
Some moccasins and socks when I'm walking in
I'm often in
You're off like a cap in a hat trick
This is madness
I'm a maverick
You gon' get up on the mic and blow it like a faggot
Prolly suckin' wee wee
For some Chief Keif ad libs
You don't see me
'Cause I'm knee deep baskin'
Venice Beach I don't see weed
But I see ass
Prolly talking feces if you see me plastered
CMC goes beast then he eats the adverbs
I don't run these streets but at least I'm rapping
See my dreams chase me got the pieces backwards
Still I mind my manners say please to these bastards
Freaky bitch on my dick like it's Friday
I don't follow rules I only do it my way
That's why this song ain't got no hook
Let me see if I can spit it until you really be shook
This Armageddon
I'mma go in and get him
I let him live a little longer but I'll never be led in
And anybody thinking bout it better back up and head in
I'm at an end
And any moment man my Momma's a memory
Motherf*ckers gonna summon the beast
Somebody give me a beat
Nah too quick
This shit get confusing yet I hope it did stupid
Got a question for god and anybody who's included
I'm the new kid you'll remember when I do it
Will Hip Hop hate me
I hope so
I need real beef from you processed bozos
See I'm a youngin' tryna run in the game
And take the spot from all these rappers who been running the game
But other rappers blowing up ain't even coming the same
And they wanna gun another brother just for numbing his pain
I'm a hypocrite I guess 'cause I don't respect it
But maybe one day I will stand corrected
I hope you didn't miss the message
It's a dirty game I gotta dis-infect it
Every time I write I take the beat and wreck it
Still hoping one day I might stand corrected
I wanna say thanks to the greats
Thanks to the goats give thanks to the fakes
Thanks to the haters getting in my way
Most thanks to the people who can say my name
CMC