Brother, been on my mind, oh brother We've changed time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm And I you know that I'm something too
Yeah, usually I get into all this battle rap shit And all that shit's stupid but I'm address it And after I get it off my chest may God it I will invest minutes exactly for everyone Who had the audacity to me
I kept but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker 'Cause to just sit with this shit I've only sicker Yet I react without a crack in my composure But the only way he knows to bring this to a closure
I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South And I'm for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me But I ain't breathin' until I get an even 30 I could casually up the front of somebody's throwback jersey
You makin' me hafta talk way, ain'tcha? You makin' me hafta talk way You me to walk this way Maybe my will get bought this way
Niggaz down around me, I make 'em superstitious And one of my vices used to be to look visually vicious But instead I use my and I fed niggaz something nutritious But you will what a sacrifice this is
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my wishes Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best you assassinate my character, not one remark misses So gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes
Fuck fakin', there has been some offense But this bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon But hear me when when I say, I gone hate you halfway You know me, will surely owe me
When it comes to respect, I only put my family me And the ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger And I'll be strict about straight every one of you niggaz strangers I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose car doors and clothes
Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also and foes Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around Lo This is my Glockapella and I'll be diamonds forever Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and bust two times in the sky
ain't nobody around here ready to die But if there's more that you want, can't but one win And I'm damn sure ready to try motherfucker, Hold on, I'm all off the beat, hold on
Lo crazy, Lo somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad Decide to down your street and just hurt somebody bad You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or spouse You see I'm saying and you know I can be what I'm sayin'
And I got the most to but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga You become a target and will a target until you are hit You fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it I ain't scared of ya, never been of ya
If I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya Take that to the head brother I walk up on your bed brother And your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I mad at these niggaz, I tricked you
We got a real awful thang goin' down, getting There's a whole lot of talkin' round You believe me before I pack up and move out of town I will gladly gone and one of them down
I said, bring me the funk, I want the I said, bring me the funk, me the funk I bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfucker