[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
Rock, rock, rock on
Rock, rock, rock on
I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not
Can I prove it?
Yes
Lord, no more days like those
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Allow me to put some sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your doom
They told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for their daddy records
Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can throw me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail 'bout eight, go "oh well," then post bail ''bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it, then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out, like divas, they drugged-out thugged-out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them, they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug shot, like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got
I represent the must-haves and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots
[Intro]
Rock, rock, rock on
Rock, rock, rock on
I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not
Can I prove it?
Yes
Lord, no more days like those
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Allow me to put some sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your doom
They told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for their daddy records
Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can throw me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail 'bout eight, go "oh well," then post bail ''bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it, then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out, like divas, they drugged-out thugged-out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them, they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug shot, like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got
I represent the must-haves and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots
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