Lyrics
hook
yall jus so ignorant... nuthin goes in yo head...
m jus so sick of it... jus lissen 2 ma music...
so ignorant... nuthin goes in yo head...
m jus so sick of it... jus lissen 2 ma music...
v1
it aint nuthin 2yall how m doin , y m doin
but wen ya see me shine, u wanna have me ruined
u muthaf*** az grin, n say i need medicine
u dono the pain m in, so no no dont be judgin
m fly wit ma own god damn equipment,
so dont nobody give me advice, save it.
indirectly tellin me that i am fake...
well thats one thing i cannot tolerate..
fakeness! u made me loose ma patience,
so take this! n get outa ma face b*** ..
most of u b*** asses jus like sheep,
followin the world.. but i leaped
outa ma dream, i woke up from ma sleep,
n i thought real deep, man m glad that i cud see
that the world's corrupt... n i ask why
u pussies wouldnt even try to open ya mouth , go die
(hook)
v2
m about ma paper, dont keep it 4 later,
gotta step ya game up, u could be a playa
n i will playa, if you's a hater,
playa haters go suck a dick n come back later,
never been a traitor , but i cant cater,
i make ma own green so i can stay up,
u better get paid up, n its never enuff
the streets is were ya suposed 2 feed off
n anyone who comes in ma way's on a downfall
ground floor, like an elevator...
this sh** gotta go down, or u get blown out,
go get ya dough now, or u get goin down..
keep ya eyes open, cuz u dont know when
sh** can slip n u stare at it broken..
bump ma sh** so this could teach u a lesson man,
n f*** all u bozoz who aint even lisenin
(hook)
v3
u pussies get behind ma back n then talk sh** ...
ma ears sharper than mics u punk ass b***
m lettin u know right now, do not try me,
cuz m too busy on the ladder , m climbin
if u aint in the game, u could jump right in,
theres no need 2 be hatin' or b dick ridin'
butt kissin n dik suckin, n dik lickin n butt f*** in,
loads of other sh** where u f** s cud try ur luck in,
so quit cluck clukin, n dont b front frontin'
u wanna come? come in... everyones invited
try 2 play ma game, u dont got the joystick,
so play da music, n get the joints lit
yea, enuf of the bull sh** ,
its time 4 the tru sh** , cuz fake is useless
illusions illuminating, tho unsatisfying,
the moulah jus keeps on comin n m still flyin'
(hook)
cuz fake is useless
