Story Behind the Song
No real motivation for this song... It just came to me while playing the keyboard one day at the studio.
Lyrics
My suns pack guns to make you run till your sneakers smoke
yall weaker folks my beats so dope producers keeping notes
sometimes I clutch the mike so tight I make the speaker choke
It's me that wrote that joint that you love while yall speak the quotes
some of yall rappers is deep, I'm much deeper though
I can sings songs in french
you sorta wack I quarterback rap while you on the bench
rhymes are a sinch, I'm 10 yards you only an inch
4th down you get pounded and caught in a pinch
"I'm a mean one.." like Mr. grinch, I say boo and you flinch
I'm like a pirate, I riot to get those riches
I'm an adulterer insult ya when I split your misses
I'm bad for you movement like paralysis is
Fuck platinum, I buy silver and trick these bitches
My track bang like a gangster hittin switches
I'm live and from New York like Saturday night
I'm devisive, I'm why kids get mad and fight
My mind just ain't straight like fags and dikes
I'm not conceited cause even if I brag i'm right
My rhymes like virin pussy, god damn i'm tight
Hook:Switch the rhyme on 5 lines
and call it power
never or now I'm
cleverer every hour 3x
If your man hate I'll probably beat his face till my hand break
Your mans fake, but he's the realest cat in your damn state
Yall got faggot style beats, but my jams straight
and I can't wait to get more chips than japan make
I'm the producer with more raps than suran make
Yall shook up, I'm all in your house like cable hook up
I'm not the rock, but can you smell the funk I cooked up
you turkey niggas drown in the rain, cause you look up
rap ain't my job, it's just a hobby that I took up
but I still catch a rapper like a cop lock a crook up
I call yall transparent dudes, cause you see through
Y'all shrimpy crab niggas try to eat but can't see food
You need to add will plus skill still we not equal
You talk big, but i'm owning you niggas like white people
hey your first rap bombed, how the fuck you get a sequel?
y'all niggas act hard, see I'm easy
Forshesee, you play me but you niggas can't beat me
Ya'll niggas like to bite but you can't eat me
I'm like wind, all of you feel me but you can't see me
I'm like wind all of you feel me but you can't see me
Hook:
People say I'm a god cause I'm something devine
and most rappers just say a whole lotta nothing that rhymes
see I don't play like a tape player stuck in rewind
I'll stick my dick in your ear just to fuck with your mind
I flow but my beats can change water to wine
I'm making my daughter and son crazy rich and it's fun
I'm taking the cake while yall fighting for crumbs
Now I agree with the clan, most niggas are dumb
you in pain? my man novacane's making you numb
In Texas, But Queens, New Yorks where I'm from
I'm like a rap acrobat how I flip on a mike
Y'all niggas don't want none like I'm dick and yall dikes
I do mo indo than them tricks on a bike
but I still talk shit like I'm winning a fight
You was a hater at first but you beggining to like
in Satown my Dirty South niggas holding it down
So well I don't sell still I'm holding a pound
I like my chicks olive, yellow, golden or brown.
Most rappers won't even rap when they know I'm around.
I'm screaming, fuck the world sticking my bone in the ground
Hook:
Ad lib to fade
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