Murs F.M. Murs

[Verse 1]
See the L.A. nigga bring the heat to beat
And in the street where we compete, elite
Special class and unless yo' ass is feelin' lucky
Ain't no reason to rush me unless
You's a brainless nigga
Picture perfect with this microphone
Somebody drain this nigga, I mean
Nine times out of ten I'm doper than anybody you heard before
Give a fuck if he got 25 to life
I'm servin' more, soon as the 40 ounce is out the door
I'm local, leave the storе, the shit gets more complеx
By the minute, we all know time is money
It's all in how you spit it and I'm goin' for broke
Every hour I spend in this studio
Tryna make shit, yo
Still in the recording studio with the aroma of Budweiser and beedie smoke
'Til I choke
Killin' myself, tryna make y'all feel it
The Al Green of rap, livin' for the love
Bring it to your church, like hot bitch
Fresh from the skillets, and I've stopped spittin'
The world belong to them legendary motherfuckers
Makin' true hip-hop, degradin' every sucker

[Chorus]
Fuckin' with a nigga like myself
Don't make me act a motherfucking fool
Fuckin' with a nigga like myself
Don't make me act a motherfucking fool
Fuckin' with a-
-Motherfucking fool
Fuckin' with a nigga- nigga
-Motherfucking fool
-Motherfucking fool