And I'm the four-letter word you don't bleep out Got a question for you rappers wit'cha heats out Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus back? Lyin' your life, over beats comin' whack
And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I have a gat Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' the facts I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black And my momma didn't raise no like that
I understand you broke, you tryin' to get money But you don't start in your mid-20's Don't know nothin' 'bout the beef, or the gang that you You even worth namin'
But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Take this outside, set it like gentlemen I do feel the so I kinda respect it But confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon
Wat'chu do man, ha? Get out I'm official like a referee with a whistle boy Get it man My man Murs, yo shut cats down, holla
I got my wallet in my pocket and my in my sock 'Cause how it be when it's funny on the block Like it be on TV these dummies try to rock With they secondhand flows they runnin' on a clock
In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the The Tecs, the 9's, the Killers, the Look, now can we And I want a Shirley Temple I don't drink Bacardis
But in a I'ma probably Try to at a hottie with a, nice shaped body If she's into what I'm we should worship at my temple I'ma grind from behind as we to the tempo
If she break it down slow, then it like mo' That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who know All I do is have fun and bring to the fans And I don't need a gun 'cause I'm nice my hands, c'mon
Nice with my dawg, never seen the floor man Ask somebody, check the Murs man, yo get at these fools Let 'em know good baby, woo
We shocked the last year when nobody heard of me My boy he got skills that's like surgery Me you know the deal, I'm a lyrical We of the real, just consider us security
Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top As long as we in everything's alright While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that thought up I wrestle with these but I'm never gettin' caught up
In the and the BS Jumped up out the underground, you know I be fresh Rhymes runnin' my mind all day, I press eject I gotta lay 'em down on these beats 'cause they wreck
Yes, I'm back for the And I brought an fist, just to smack all your rivals Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran my rivals Man I swear I'm the truth, my hand on the Bible go