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Damn, I hate it it rain
since I came in the game
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas done
And started actin'
Even labels they backs
And started backing
Radio is the same, whole lotta
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the
Wu-Tang, if this is where the is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where live
It in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when call I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now just gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive, and just don't bump
Then niggas gon' say I lost my
When in fact they all programmed
And lost feel, fo' real

They've got so things to say right now
They've got so things to say
They've got so things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)

Damn, another chokes again
ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there no ends
care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the of success and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that shit, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of clubs
When they're wrong, the cops, they credibility's shot
It's to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas, gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or the cops want me
Shackled and locked the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my shit to
gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' they ass to get my spot, come on man

They've got so much to say right now
got so much things to say
They've got so much things to say now (Yeah)
They got so much to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have mass appeal
Then I'm up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so and find a new nerve
And three words: stop working mine
It take a lot more to my pride
Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasn't my style
This time my foot up in ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack
It ain't all good, they writin' I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write some
Keep that in mind when you find yourself mines

They've got so things to say right now
They've got so things to say
They've got so much to say right now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)