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Damn, I hate it it rain
Ever since I came in the
Some hated on the
A lot of niggas done
And actin' strange
labels turning they backs
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the
Wu-Tang, if this is the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when death call I'm 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
Then niggas gon' say I lost my
When in fact they all been
And lost feel, fo' real

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

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

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

Ask Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry they have 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 ain't worth the time, so search and find a new
And here's three words: stop working
It take a lot more to hurt my
Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry dirt dog die nigga
The last album feeling my style
This time my foot up in they ass but feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in every he do
But y'all find someway to give a whack review
It all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write rhymes
Keep that in mind you find yourself reciting mines

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