Now I gotta say I told you so
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
This goes out to
Anybody thinking that we wasn’t gon make it
Your lack of motivation only made my pen amazing
I can see your cynicism
I’m a product of the system
Done took Every single program
Even focus on the victim
Yet I fight recidivism
Haters at the line of scrimmage
Look like brothers from a distance
Tone of conversation
Would suggest a different vintage
We got somethings in common
But it surely isn’t bytches
We live two different lives and we can see that in our picturеs
To compare us is pathetic
I been praying cause shе thick
And yea I struggle with a fetish
While you niggas Over 30
And still struggle with phonetics
A Buick on some 20s is the shyt you niggas cherish
I’m astounded
Coming for the crown they thing I’m wildn
Til I step inside the cyper
And then Soulja Boi their challenge
So perplexing
Nothing in your lyrics says impressive
I just listen to your bars
And pray to Gawd they punch the session
It’s amazing - the space between the talent getting wider
All you niggas sound the same
And join a gang
Where is your father
No direction
The tendencies of pheens but think you flexing
Lord I wish I was Picasso
I would alter your complexion- no perceptions
Judging from your face you’re in your feelings
I’d address your F&E’s but there’s some bytches in the building
That would rather conversation over hookah and amaretto
Admiration in their eyes cause my stimulation was mental-
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
This goes out to
Anybody thinking that we wasn’t gon make it
Your lack of motivation only made my pen amazing
I can see your cynicism
I’m a product of the system
Done took Every single program
Even focus on the victim
Yet I fight recidivism
Haters at the line of scrimmage
Look like brothers from a distance
Tone of conversation
Would suggest a different vintage
We got somethings in common
But it surely isn’t bytches
We live two different lives and we can see that in our picturеs
To compare us is pathetic
I been praying cause shе thick
And yea I struggle with a fetish
While you niggas Over 30
And still struggle with phonetics
A Buick on some 20s is the shyt you niggas cherish
I’m astounded
Coming for the crown they thing I’m wildn
Til I step inside the cyper
And then Soulja Boi their challenge
So perplexing
Nothing in your lyrics says impressive
I just listen to your bars
And pray to Gawd they punch the session
It’s amazing - the space between the talent getting wider
All you niggas sound the same
And join a gang
Where is your father
No direction
The tendencies of pheens but think you flexing
Lord I wish I was Picasso
I would alter your complexion- no perceptions
Judging from your face you’re in your feelings
I’d address your F&E’s but there’s some bytches in the building
That would rather conversation over hookah and amaretto
Admiration in their eyes cause my stimulation was mental-
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