Nah I aint facing defeat
That's only when I'm lacing my sneakers
And these rappers always hating for free
Then they wonder why I make em
Pay for a feature
Oh Jesus
I can't believe it either
Your leader ain't fit for leading
Rap scene is way too scenic
God flow
You ain't putting scriptures
In your writtens
Tell me what is the problem
Beyond dope
If I front y'all one more hit
They gonna be serving me time bro
I go
Wherever the dollars at
And I don't
Need no reminders that
Times short
And I never call to collect
But if so I'm skipping over the
Dial tone
Face to face with you naggers
And I hate to say it
But nobody's here to save the day
It's really all about the life you live
And I'm all about my wife and kids
Like I was Damon wayans
Man niggas ain't banging blanks
And If homie got some games to play
I'm bringing Major Payne
My Lethal Weapon
Aint the same
Need Mo' Money
So I can't complain
I'm tryna tour with all my niggas
Break em off with 4-5 figures
We gone grind
Over time
Till we are a f*cking gold mine nigga
But we gotta keep the goal in mind nigga
These are my feelings right now
Got me running
Every track in sight now
Rappers spitting crack
But they better pipe down
Or it's lights out
Yeah, line 'em up bro
Aiming for heads
Cuz I heard this game is cutthroat
Leaving them dead just really ain't enough
But I love shooting lyrical bullets
Tote the gun smoke
F*ck it tho
Here's an uppercut to the stomach
And I'll throw it hard enough
to make you vomit
This is ain't what you wanted
Better keep it 100 fo' it get ugly
And you better not duck
Cuz another one coming!
Hotter than the middle of the summer
In a pair of jeans
Apparently
These rappers don't rap
But they act
Like they scared of me
Just be claiming they don't care to meet
It's clear to see
Hating on the fruits of my labor
And I want my girl to bare the seed
And you're embarrassing
Boy why your nose flare
When you see me?
Story of the tortoise
And the hare competing
Oh my
Lord have mercy on thy
That chose to oppose me
It ain't even happen yet
So I'm really
Speaking in the past tense
For all future opponents
Get the notion
If you ain't notice
All commotion is hopeless
Just forfeit
Oh you lookin for some closure?
Well your book was open
Till I closed it
I digress
Out of all the rappers
That I digest
Theres always a battle
But I haven't tried yet
They all ain't got the arms
I ain't talking triceps
Might I just
Suggest that you're
Dealing with your pride
Im surprised that you
Haven't died yet
But I'm just waiting
For the day that I win
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Nah I aint facing defeat
That's only when I'm lacing my sneakers
And these rappers always hating for free
Then they wonder why I make em
Pay for a feature
Oh Jesus
I can't believe it either
Your leader ain't fit for leading
Rap scene is way too scenic
God flow
You ain't putting scriptures
In your writtens
Tell me what is the problem
Beyond dope
If I front y'all one more hit
They gonna be serving me time bro
I go
Wherever the dollars at
And I don't
Need no reminders that
Times short
And I never call to collect
But if so I'm skipping over the
Dial tone
Face to face with you naggers
And I hate to say it
But nobody's here to save the day
It's really all about the life you live
And I'm all about my wife and kids
Like I was Damon wayans
Man niggas ain't banging blanks
And If homie got some games to play
I'm bringing Major Payne
My Lethal Weapon
Aint the same
Need Mo' Money
So I can't complain
I'm tryna tour with all my niggas
Break em off with 4-5 figures
We gone grind
Over time
Till we are a f*cking gold mine nigga
But we gotta keep the goal in mind nigga
These are my feelings right now
Got me running
Every track in sight now
Rappers spitting crack
But they better pipe down
Or it's lights out
Yeah, line 'em up bro
Aiming for heads
Cuz I heard this game is cutthroat
Leaving them dead just really ain't enough
But I love shooting lyrical bullets
Tote the gun smoke
F*ck it tho
Here's an uppercut to the stomach
And I'll throw it hard enough
to make you vomit
This is ain't what you wanted
Better keep it 100 fo' it get ugly
And you better not duck
Cuz another one coming!
Hotter than the middle of the summer
In a pair of jeans
Apparently
These rappers don't rap
But they act
Like they scared of me
Just be claiming they don't care to meet
It's clear to see
Hating on the fruits of my labor
And I want my girl to bare the seed
And you're embarrassing
Boy why your nose flare
When you see me?
Story of the tortoise
And the hare competing
Oh my
Lord have mercy on thy
That chose to oppose me
It ain't even happen yet
So I'm really
Speaking in the past tense
For all future opponents
Get the notion
If you ain't notice
All commotion is hopeless
Just forfeit
Oh you lookin for some closure?
Well your book was open
Till I closed it
I digress
Out of all the rappers
That I digest
Theres always a battle
But I haven't tried yet
They all ain't got the arms
I ain't talking triceps
Might I just
Suggest that you're
Dealing with your pride
Im surprised that you
Haven't died yet
But I'm just waiting
For the day that I win
That's only when I'm lacing my sneakers
And these rappers always hating for free
Then they wonder why I make em
Pay for a feature
Oh Jesus
I can't believe it either
Your leader ain't fit for leading
Rap scene is way too scenic
God flow
You ain't putting scriptures
In your writtens
Tell me what is the problem
Beyond dope
If I front y'all one more hit
They gonna be serving me time bro
I go
Wherever the dollars at
And I don't
Need no reminders that
Times short
And I never call to collect
But if so I'm skipping over the
Dial tone
Face to face with you naggers
And I hate to say it
But nobody's here to save the day
It's really all about the life you live
And I'm all about my wife and kids
Like I was Damon wayans
Man niggas ain't banging blanks
And If homie got some games to play
I'm bringing Major Payne
My Lethal Weapon
Aint the same
Need Mo' Money
So I can't complain
I'm tryna tour with all my niggas
Break em off with 4-5 figures
We gone grind
Over time
Till we are a f*cking gold mine nigga
But we gotta keep the goal in mind nigga
These are my feelings right now
Got me running
Every track in sight now
Rappers spitting crack
But they better pipe down
Or it's lights out
Yeah, line 'em up bro
Aiming for heads
Cuz I heard this game is cutthroat
Leaving them dead just really ain't enough
But I love shooting lyrical bullets
Tote the gun smoke
F*ck it tho
Here's an uppercut to the stomach
And I'll throw it hard enough
to make you vomit
This is ain't what you wanted
Better keep it 100 fo' it get ugly
And you better not duck
Cuz another one coming!
Hotter than the middle of the summer
In a pair of jeans
Apparently
These rappers don't rap
But they act
Like they scared of me
Just be claiming they don't care to meet
It's clear to see
Hating on the fruits of my labor
And I want my girl to bare the seed
And you're embarrassing
Boy why your nose flare
When you see me?
Story of the tortoise
And the hare competing
Oh my
Lord have mercy on thy
That chose to oppose me
It ain't even happen yet
So I'm really
Speaking in the past tense
For all future opponents
Get the notion
If you ain't notice
All commotion is hopeless
Just forfeit
Oh you lookin for some closure?
Well your book was open
Till I closed it
I digress
Out of all the rappers
That I digest
Theres always a battle
But I haven't tried yet
They all ain't got the arms
I ain't talking triceps
Might I just
Suggest that you're
Dealing with your pride
Im surprised that you
Haven't died yet
But I'm just waiting
For the day that I win
Writer: Lorenzo Bess Jr.
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