There's not much you could do or say to me People think I'm a bit crazy I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every once in a to save me
To make me stop and think about it I just say things Sometimes I what other people just may think A lot of rappers wouldn't know how to take me If they heard shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a too fast-paced and racy the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too cause my mind is racing
And I give a fuck what category you place me as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you me amongst one of them greats When I the gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every die-hard fan who embrace me I'm for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment he placed me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily jumped and chased me It only made me what I am See regardless of what anybody believes who me You ain't gonna make or me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me And when you face me with all the shit you've been
To say to me, you had all this to think about it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we finally meet, in the place to see
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's enough
My untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole split The smell of victory love it so much I can it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, it Your peace talk, save it, shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, shit, so quick you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press you ain't gotta sniff it it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When it's hot it's hot, hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never