There's not much you could do or say to me think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll to step in every once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say Sometimes I forget what other just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me If they heard some I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average rewinds and plays me times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast my mind is racing
And I could give a what category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of greats When I the gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God me And I'm thankful for the environment he placed me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a daily that jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You ain't gonna make or me
Tryin' to strip me of my or make me look fake, G only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to think it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been waitin' for the day That we finally meet, in the place to see
No matter how many battles I in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
My flow's untouchable, now you gotta it Uh oh, it gets worse I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The smell of love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, it, direct hit, graze it Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta it it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When it's hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, it
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never