[Verse]
They wanna see a nigga fall off
I came too far for that, I'm too smart for that like a Harvard cat
I put my heart in rap
Had to stop worryin' about where my father was at
Had to father myself
Now I'm in my second parenthood 'cause I'm a father myself
Priorities changed, instead of prayin' to God for wealth, I just pray for my daughters health
I mean, what more can I ask for?
Meanwhile, I'm just tryna put this dough in a [?] so the flow is Tabasco
Still trippin', guilt ridden every time I blow this tobacco, fuck
'Cause I know that I know better
My girl tryna knock down the walls in my heart, but I won't let her
Guess who's still afraid of the four letters?
Plus, I'm still in a gang, got a thang for thick dames
Especially if thеy bow-legged
I envision thе hoes naked even with you fully clothed
Mind of a man I suppose, you could still smell the grounds on my clothes
Motherfuckers know that they can never slander the flow
Look down on a nigga even if he stand on your toes
I fit right in with the pros, don't I?
Sound like a XXL freshman, I sound like the seniors, I'm destined to fill up arenas
My team is the meanest make no amount of money comin' between us allegiance
Sit together like Serena and Venus
[?] rappers be bitin' the shit that I'm jottin'
Niggas be schemin', bitches be plottin'
We could be spillin' for niggas that's gone but never forgotten
Mouth piece move like Egyptian cotton
If I sweet talk, I might spoil a bitch rotten
But, that there ain't even my M.O
We just tryna blow like Bin Laden
No more bench ridin', I be the one to take the last shot
While you sit and watch from the sidelines like a mascot
Got the game on padlock, do it for the have-nots
From the home of the rap talk
Can't forget about the [?] bounce
Every corner-store you at is a nigga tryna sell you a ounce (Ayy, boy, I got that gas, bro)
Uh, or a dub or a dime
Get they [?] hit the club just to shine
With the bad hoes and the thugs intertwined
I got ice in my heart, I got love on my mind
I'm just too mad conflicted, I fit in with the misfits
I used to just kick shit with the homies in the hood
Now we all on the rise like [?] (Now we all on the rise like [?])
And fuck a handout, I just get to where I'm goin' on my own like a stick shift
Fuck a handout, I just get to where I'm goin' on my own
Still the same nigga from the Zone, I'm a Zone-6 shit
They wanna see a nigga fall off
I came too far for that, I'm too smart for that like a Harvard cat
I put my heart in rap
Had to stop worryin' about where my father was at
Had to father myself
Now I'm in my second parenthood 'cause I'm a father myself
Priorities changed, instead of prayin' to God for wealth, I just pray for my daughters health
I mean, what more can I ask for?
Meanwhile, I'm just tryna put this dough in a [?] so the flow is Tabasco
Still trippin', guilt ridden every time I blow this tobacco, fuck
'Cause I know that I know better
My girl tryna knock down the walls in my heart, but I won't let her
Guess who's still afraid of the four letters?
Plus, I'm still in a gang, got a thang for thick dames
Especially if thеy bow-legged
I envision thе hoes naked even with you fully clothed
Mind of a man I suppose, you could still smell the grounds on my clothes
Motherfuckers know that they can never slander the flow
Look down on a nigga even if he stand on your toes
I fit right in with the pros, don't I?
Sound like a XXL freshman, I sound like the seniors, I'm destined to fill up arenas
My team is the meanest make no amount of money comin' between us allegiance
Sit together like Serena and Venus
[?] rappers be bitin' the shit that I'm jottin'
Niggas be schemin', bitches be plottin'
We could be spillin' for niggas that's gone but never forgotten
Mouth piece move like Egyptian cotton
If I sweet talk, I might spoil a bitch rotten
But, that there ain't even my M.O
We just tryna blow like Bin Laden
No more bench ridin', I be the one to take the last shot
While you sit and watch from the sidelines like a mascot
Got the game on padlock, do it for the have-nots
From the home of the rap talk
Can't forget about the [?] bounce
Every corner-store you at is a nigga tryna sell you a ounce (Ayy, boy, I got that gas, bro)
Uh, or a dub or a dime
Get they [?] hit the club just to shine
With the bad hoes and the thugs intertwined
I got ice in my heart, I got love on my mind
I'm just too mad conflicted, I fit in with the misfits
I used to just kick shit with the homies in the hood
Now we all on the rise like [?] (Now we all on the rise like [?])
And fuck a handout, I just get to where I'm goin' on my own like a stick shift
Fuck a handout, I just get to where I'm goin' on my own
Still the same nigga from the Zone, I'm a Zone-6 shit
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