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So im tired of all the fuccas hatin on my rhymes
Just cuz im white they think I cant join the grind
I swear to god Ive heard that shit a million time
Till I begin to flow and prove I’ll blow your mind
I sell those ounces dawg, so Fucc them small dimes
Take the time to speak with me, im sure your find 10
Im more then meets the eye and just my outside
And I wont deny that Im just the type of guy
To provide information on how to live your life
To defeat an army when all you gots is a knife
Half the platinum rappers are just telling lies
They got security guards that they hide behind
And anytime that trouble even slightly begins
They call their homeboy cuz themselves that cant defend 6
Still they claim they the shit and they got 100 clips
And that they run the streets when they just runnin their lips
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So I’m here to say that Im here to stay
I really truly hope that its not too late cuz
I wanna change the game from bein the same
Time to change the game bacc to its better days
Im here to walk the path that Pac and biggie paved
I’m here to amaze and not to just start my own craze 10
I want my music by all cultures to be craved
I want the even the president to know my name
I wanna put those fake rappers to their grave
Not in a sense of death, but in a sense of shame
Im versatile dawg, theres no tracc I cant do
Switchin up flows like I switched high schools 4
Makin these wacc cats straight look like fools
Makin the groupies stare at me and just begin to drool
My music is a tool to reach the unreached
Hip hop is a tool to teach the unteached
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See I can do love traccs talkin about love 2
Talkin about my girl bein sent from above
Or talk about how imma be a pops raisin my kid
Makin sure my child doesn’t do the things I did
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But still everywhere you know I got my gun
Scarin faggot wannabes so bad I give em the runs
And just because I went from the city to the burbs
That I cant talk shit and then back up my word
So I flip em the bird and tell all those who aint heard 18
That Im incredible on the mic, your opinions absurd
Im young with knowledge of the books and the streets
Plus a bomb ass flow that makes bitches move their feet
All these wannabe thugs, who you gunna deceive
When I pull my gat,on you, you aint thug to me
You thought youd never see a white boy with a gansta status
I don’t mean to be gangsta, its just naturally a habit
So I aint been locced up in in a cell to rot
That don’t mean I aint a thug, I just never been caught
And aint no one compare to all these rhymes that I jot
no one in the world would think id ever spit this hot
I hit the blocc, slap any bitch who trips a lot
You know I don’t hit the rocc, I just sniff a lot
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So now Im at 51 bars, theres only 17 left
No one spit like this since game left G-Unit
Rap aint a dream no more it’s a reality
I feel it comin cuz all these labels be finding me
it’s a short time before there signin me
I knew it was time for me, to find the beat
To spit a tracc on to attract the industry
Everyone know this traccs hotter than can be
I be slaughterin G’s who think they hotter than me
I know half my traccs just bring me beef
But I accept the grief, I can spit for free
Not only am I great, but it’s a stress relief
You don know how it feels to rip an emcee
Or shank some dude who thought he was a G
It’s the end of the tracc and as I look bacc
I wanna thank all the homies who ever had my bacc
And all the fans thanks for givin me a hand
And to all the haters, I just ruined your plans
