[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I’m tired of these day to day minimal interactions
Most niggas let they state of mind determine all their actions
We tired of society, we breaking in the fractions
In this world there’s two niggas
Niggas that do and niggas that watch it happen
It’s funny how they never thought that we could make it rappin’
Now at every function niggas I don’t know be dappin’
It’s crazy how these sucker emcee’s always be jocking me
Hanging on to words from the lips of black Socrates
The way I rock the mic it make yo bitch wan’ get on top of me
Niggas wanna plot on me, bitches wanna plot on me
When I die build a big ass house on the plot of me
The way I blessed the game the whole world should be toppin’ me
Niggas wanna copy, there’s a lot of me
Bitches meet us acting like they won the lottery
Why do all these niggas gotta sit around and lie?
No matter how I try I can’t figure out why
On the microphone I’m a goddamn professional
Six O’s, nigga, on the right of the decimal
How you say you fuck with me and you don’t even know me?
Niggas turning enemies ‘cause they can’t be your homies
It’s a shame
Niggas in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Niggas sell they soul for a little bit of money
A car, maybe some ice and a chain
I’m tired of these day to day minimal interactions
Most niggas let they state of mind determine all their actions
We tired of society, we breaking in the fractions
In this world there’s two niggas
Niggas that do and niggas that watch it happen
It’s funny how they never thought that we could make it rappin’
Now at every function niggas I don’t know be dappin’
It’s crazy how these sucker emcee’s always be jocking me
Hanging on to words from the lips of black Socrates
The way I rock the mic it make yo bitch wan’ get on top of me
Niggas wanna plot on me, bitches wanna plot on me
When I die build a big ass house on the plot of me
The way I blessed the game the whole world should be toppin’ me
Niggas wanna copy, there’s a lot of me
Bitches meet us acting like they won the lottery
Why do all these niggas gotta sit around and lie?
No matter how I try I can’t figure out why
On the microphone I’m a goddamn professional
Six O’s, nigga, on the right of the decimal
How you say you fuck with me and you don’t even know me?
Niggas turning enemies ‘cause they can’t be your homies
It’s a shame
Niggas in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Niggas sell they soul for a little bit of money
A car, maybe some ice and a chain
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