Milton Bradley

I blind haters n my hind sight
Cuz they always stand n my blind sight
I dnt see u, dnt see u
Steady shining n the lime light

Shud be worried bout if yo rhymes tite
But that's not on yo menu
Ud rather bite on my rhymes rite...
Then pat my bac At my venues

Whole time they wana bite yo rhymes
Can u Press play on that, one more time
Can u just please bust out, one more line
But really recording the whole time

Really wana copy yo style
Tryin to break my metaphors down
That's why everytime they come around
Gota give em a pat down

Treat these cats like investigation
Always on the sideline speculating
Tryin to figure out how I connect the statements
N disbelief I spit such greatness

I ain't gota kick fakeness
Cuz all I do is rip tracks like we racing
I see u getin impatient
Cuz I am yo new replacement

Bringing u into the matrix
Exposing u to the new situation
Me takin over n leading the nation
Into the kings & the queens in the making

If yall got it mistaken
Bitch nigga I bring home the bacon
I see yo jealousy building
N I find this bullshit amazing

Haters rather hate on me
Instead of getin cake with me
Got so much to go around
Come n get a plate from me

Haters rather hate on me
Instead of getin cake with me
Got so much to go around
Come n get a plate from me

Haters rather play with me
Sounding really lame to me
I ain't Milton Bradley dogg
U ain't playin games with me

I ain't Milton Bradley dogg
U ain't playin games with me
Succas sounding strange to me
Never what they claim to be

Ain't wut they claim to be
Talk shit cuz they ain't what they aim to be
U can talk yo bullshit
N pull shit
Long as it ain't aimed at me

I'll show u the meaning of bravery
Speak up if u ain't gone say it to me
U can shut the fuck up or get fuckd up
Yo nose stuck up lookin stuck up

I cuts up
Just like con-feddi
Gimme dat feddi or better get ready
To get yo noodles twisted
N better believe I ain't talkin spaghetti

Bring it n smooth but I'm cocking it heavy
Heavy metal things n they rock like sting
U better duck duck
When the goose let loose
Or hear ding ding when ya bell get ringed

Ring around the Rosie
No remote u can't control me
Try to visualize how high I rise
Bet thatll be the nose bleeds

Get u a tissue
Bitch niggas wana cry bout issues
Confused on views they misuse
Better step yo knowledge game up

Enthused on the way that I do things
Watch a Hater switch up like mood rangs
Mad cuz my crew flames
And we chew lames
Spit fire no butane

So now they wana get pissed off
N testify like crusades
But-my-crew plays few games
So Peep the way dat we do thangs

Haters rather hate on me
Instead of getin cake with me
Got so much to go around
Come n get a plate from me

Haters rather hate on me
Instead of getin cake with me
Got so much to go around
Come n get a plate from me

Haters rather play with me
Sounding really lame to me
I ain't Milton Bradley dogg
U ain't playin games with me

I ain't Milton Bradley dogg
U ain't playin games with me
Succas sounding strange to me
Never what they claim to be



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Writer(s): Jason Williams
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