Outro
Alright I got somethin to say
U stupid fucks ain't gave me nothin back
But fronten' sacks n acten like my raps
Are stupid dumb and wack
What's up with that?
B dawg supposed to be the boss
I'm supposed to lead my people to a greater cause
That later flaws the fatal clause that made our greatness lost
We'd have our golden era back
Bars and bangers dawg
I keep preachen to a crowd that already knows the song
Its like a preacher speaken views when u know the psalm
Yall muthafuckas have no idea how long its been since
Ive commenced in a hydrocodone prescription
Let alone a lil piece of an oxy
For a few weeks, I had em thinking the lean got me
Like the scene shot me but naw dawg not me
Ima mean dawgy
N u thought i felt the flame when them
Heater bars battled me
Shit
I can incinerate the Kane when I'm feelin drained
Like a tweakers car battery
They ask me what my tactics be
But imma beast n maxed on savagery
Which means you'll never get your hands on my recipe
This is my masterpiece
I'm writing raps
Reciten' em off a Tattered piece
Of a candy wrapper sheath
Shit
I'm Written raps with backwards p's
Smoken blunts n bumpin master p
I got the world mad at me because I disagree
With the way They push their ways upon my family
I'm fucken done fuck it
U stupid fucks ain't gave me nothin back
But fronten' sacks n acten like my raps
Are stupid dumb and wack
What's up with that?
B dawg supposed to be the boss
I'm supposed to lead my people to a greater cause
That later flaws the fatal clause that made our greatness lost
We'd have our golden era back
Bars and bangers dawg
I keep preachen to a crowd that already knows the song
Its like a preacher speaken views when u know the psalm
Yall muthafuckas have no idea how long its been since
Ive commenced in a hydrocodone prescription
Let alone a lil piece of an oxy
For a few weeks, I had em thinking the lean got me
Like the scene shot me but naw dawg not me
Ima mean dawgy
N u thought i felt the flame when them
Heater bars battled me
Shit
I can incinerate the Kane when I'm feelin drained
Like a tweakers car battery
They ask me what my tactics be
But imma beast n maxed on savagery
Which means you'll never get your hands on my recipe
This is my masterpiece
I'm writing raps
Reciten' em off a Tattered piece
Of a candy wrapper sheath
Shit
I'm Written raps with backwards p's
Smoken blunts n bumpin master p
I got the world mad at me because I disagree
With the way They push their ways upon my family
I'm fucken done fuck it
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Smith
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