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Damn, I hate it it rain
Ever I came in the game
hated on the fame
A lot of niggas changed
And actin' strange
Even labels turning they
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the is
Radio then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And death call I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive, and they don't bump
niggas gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact all been programmed
And they feel, fo' real

They've got so much things to say 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)

Damn, artist chokes again
They ain't cut as as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, there ain't no ends
care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of clubs
they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
It's time to learn, what hot really is and is not
Off niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the want me
and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my to flop
They gettin' pimped hoes
they ass just 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)
got so much things to say (Yo)

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

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