Lyrics
The lord gave me this gift, of bein nice wit a pen
Hit up the studio, drop some fiyah, & im writin again
The mic is my friend, and we gon stay tight till the end
He gets hype when I spin, them hatas they dont like when I spin
But I aint writin for them, I do this sh** for myself
I dont do it for wealth, I do it when im stressed and it helps
My pens a weapon itself, to combat fake MCs
Specially those who gassed up, even tho they tanks empty
Alotta dudes talking greasy, but they dont matta man
Cuz those heads are cheesy, sorta like some packas fans
Im played on corners like a backer, man slicker than some dapper dan,
Plus I stay Fresh like I just came out the wrapper man
I dunno what you after man, but leave me alone
You midgets need a booster seat just to sit on my throne
My mind is in the zone, like a nineties Jordan
I got my eyes wide open, youll neva find me snorin
I sit alone, wit some headphones, on just vibin
Ya boy pfeif is so blessed, when it comes to rhymin
When it comes to climbin, to the top, Im findin,
I got fiyah like left eye, but aint been Andre rison,
but damn im tryin, to maintain & control the sickness
and make my name ring bells just like a jehovas witness
im the lebron james of the game, im wise beyond my years
plus my musics value is deep, it lies beyond your ears
It lies in the heart and soul, the feelins hard to control
It just hits you all at once, and engulfs your body whole
And you know thats my goal, to make somethin that ya feel,
Something thats real, not somethin just for me to sign a deal
Cuz if I wanted to change for money, I could do it dunny
But that would make me a robot, and let commercial music run me
So I keep doin my thing, and stay true to the music
And keep usin my gift to move you, and pray that I never lose it
My states game is calm, so ya boys set to storm in
Pfeifs up and comin in this b*** like sex in the morning
You fakes are all so borin, you all just carbon copies
And that aint nothing funny yo, that charge is costly
And the penalty is death, so I spit fire hard
Fire squad, cry ta god, I end ya life, sianora
Im fine, Hope you set ya soul straight with ya maker
Cuz I always spit fresh, like I got colgate on the paper
I Roll straight over hatas, I aint got time to waste
Just keep speeding ahead like I got no kinds of brakes
But im on my way in this game, so no way that im slowin down
plus I got dudes across the world sayin that my buzz is growin now
so I keep on flowin now, ya boys got longevity
and Im ready to prove that aint nobody ahead of me
So heres some advice, stop the hate, its useless
Cuz I keep sonnin kids, and these adoption papers prove it
