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Lyrics
You might make fun of me because of my age.
But if I didn’t do this, I’d feel like I’m trapped in a cage.
I’ve got so much inside that needs to come out.
Sometimes it’s like I almost wanna shout.
To express myself trough a paper and a pen.
Not always that easy my friend.
Write bout what I can’t stand for is wrong.
Every artist should be able to stand for what’s written in his/her song.
To write it your self makes respect.
It will be more real, not kinda defect.
You might realise that my style is a bit different from yours.
Not necessarily better of course.
Cuz I ain’t that type who always brag bout myself.
But still not as lame as Eminem’s D-12.
I’m just spittin’ it the way I am and act.
Can’t you just get my point? No need for another fact.
To my man Em: I’m tired of your fucking jokes all the time.
Why write somethin’ you don’t claim is true just to make it rhyme?
Yes, I understand that you didn’t have a happy childhood.
And perhaps this is your way to make it all good.
Cause I know you can do better than this.
I’ve heard your feat with Jay-z it was far from piss.
Don’t get me wrong, I respect you as a man.
But ur hard to figure out, understand.
I should do like you – struggle my way to the top.
My words don’t turn back at “stop”
I’m well aware bout what I can do.
I ain’t like snapping my fingers one two, one two.
Peoples situations ain’t the same.
Who’s to blame?
I don’t know, just heard ya’ holla my name.
Ready for QE, Cause she’ll be playin’ the game.
It’s better to tell now, not after she came.
The first goal is getting this shit non-lame.
Then after the money and fame.
Pick your gun, ready to aim.
Playin’ styles raw in this rap- game.
whit my mic, I’ll get by
Don’t need no fucking drugs to get high.
Ya’ll knew me as that serious bitch only spittin’ my thoughts.
But this time it’s about me and my foughts
I’m the one who’s left when everyone else is gone.
I’ll be the one to give the dog back his bone.
Wanna be known as the girl who kept it real.
I feel the same way even if I don’t get a deal.
So come on get ready to ride.
If ya’ didn’t knew, I’m tha badest bitch on this side.
Keepin it real, doin my thang.
I’ll be like explosive QE say’s “BANG”
E-X to the P-L-O S-IVE playin tha game rough.
Ya know me as though, cuz ya just can’t get enough.
Playahatin’ people are automatically ignored.
Applause to those who like it and willing’ to fight with a sword.
Rap is a thing I’m burning for.
It started little, but now it grows more and more.
Remember the first time I rapped for my man spit.
Can say only one thing –I love it
Good memories come all the time.
All stored up there, like a sun who shine.
The bad ones ain’t forgotten, still there.
But at the time I’ve got to much to do to care.
Like I usually do, bringing it from me to you.
Words tight as glue.
Sentence after sentence I keep spittin’
It’s just a way to fit in
Style is da key, so keep it real.
From underground, to record deal.
Aight?
Do as you like –FIGHT
Peoples situations ain’t the same.
Who’s to blame?
I don’t know, just heard ya’ holla my name.
Ready for QE, Cause she’ll be playin’ the game.
It’s better to tell now, not after she came.
The first goal is getting this shit non-lame.
Then after the money and fame.
Pick your gun, ready to aim.
Playin’ styles raw in this rap- game.
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