[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition will make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors
Those engineering a bigger spliff
Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth
I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks
When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks
And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed
But the hurt is making me better with this gift
I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking
Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters
Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner
If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper
I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla
Stains on my pants hardly had a cut
The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a cup
Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is
So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
Motherfucker move on
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition will make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors
Those engineering a bigger spliff
Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth
I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks
When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks
And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed
But the hurt is making me better with this gift
I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking
Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters
Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner
If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper
I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla
Stains on my pants hardly had a cut
The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a cup
Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is
So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
Motherfucker move on
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