Sincerely, Hobb$
Ayo, let me tell you some of the realist shit I ever heard in life
If somebody forget your name it's not they fault
It's yours
Damn
I ain't a dreamer
I'm a make believer
I make believers
Make mistakes and repeat em til Im a great achiever
A great debater and speaker
I came to wake the sleepers
I stayed away from the bleachers to play and lace the sneakers
Make it plain came to change the game
Make you think
Change ya mind
Reawake ya brain
Be distinct
Take my time
Really make a lane
Be in sync, identify so I can make a name
Cause I aint about to be one of you washed up unsung niggas
I aint one of these young dumb niggas
I aint about to be that one hit wonder
I'm on a run nigga
Want a check and respect
Fuck the fame and the fun nigga
And Im letting you niggas know today
I aint none of you niggas sons
Aint none of you niggas protege
Aint under no niggas wing
No nigga showed the way
Only nigga I can name
Dead and gone away
I'm the only nigga that write these rhymes
Neh nigga put a dime on my studio time
Aint a mufucka helped me eat a lick
Eat a dick
Out of touch in my dark days
Reaching out when you see me lit
Pppssss
Better late than never
Hope it was worth the wait
Well I aint waiting for nothing
My nigga work awaits
I hit the go I dont reverse or break
Detroit heavy on my back
Watch me work the weight
I been make believing since my birth date
Turned life to heaven on earth
Why you think they call me Jesus in the first place
I am the most valuable in my work space
Keep the talent, you wont out work me
On my worst day
Boy I'm the truth like church day
Got you niggas nervous like you wit a bad bitch on the first date
That hate shit for me work great
They love watchin me ball to talk shit but
This aint First Take
First take
My dick out ya mouth
Tell you twice
Imma have Trip put that 4-5th in ya mouth
Fuck that
I put my fist in ya mouth
on you, have you looking like a fish in the mouth
Now thats a real nigga
No that a reel nigga
HOBB$ the man on these streets
Quit Jit, still dancin on these beats boy
Dont get it tangled or twisted
This aint a game or a gimic
Aint nothing different
I aint changing my image
I'm not 3 Pac
Not Notorious K.I.D
Not a Lil Pun
Younger young H.O.V
Nas God Son, nope
I'm not one
Not a littler Wayne
Junior Cole
Or K Dot adoption
But I am a lyricist
Spit with the chipped Nas tooth
Reasonable Doubt Jay
Scarf with the over sized suit
X with the overalls
One strapped
With the hi boots
Pun with the goggles
And Pac beanie with the side drooped
Ha
I'm Money Mitchin' in a Saab coup
On top of the world
Worldwide too
I was meant to be a brand name
That brand name mine
I get my Brand-on
Thats what HOBB$ do
Ha
My government Brandon Hobbs too
Shit was predetermined
Shout to Mom dukes
Shout out to my sister
My support system
Came up under strong women
Could have been a lost nigga
This for the family
Keep the popularity and the vanity
Being da man
Aint what they demand from me
They fuck with me for me
Not cause I'm creating fantasies for a fan to see
If you a fan of me, its organically
Apparently
Its the transparency in my message
Highly respected for my sincerity
I go the extra Mile, they admire it
I guess I'm a product of my environment
Im a Mile Nigga
On the Mile, eating Chilli Cheese Fries
Seven and Greenfield, where they be selling bean pies
Niggas lose lives over green guys
In this city the skinny, fat, and everything in between dies
Apologize for the wait
Been preoccupied
Took my time with create
Pushed a lot aside
But I'm here now
Underscore
Bottom line
Its H-O
Double B
Dollah sign
If somebody forget your name it's not they fault
It's yours
Damn
I ain't a dreamer
I'm a make believer
I make believers
Make mistakes and repeat em til Im a great achiever
A great debater and speaker
I came to wake the sleepers
I stayed away from the bleachers to play and lace the sneakers
Make it plain came to change the game
Make you think
Change ya mind
Reawake ya brain
Be distinct
Take my time
Really make a lane
Be in sync, identify so I can make a name
Cause I aint about to be one of you washed up unsung niggas
I aint one of these young dumb niggas
I aint about to be that one hit wonder
I'm on a run nigga
Want a check and respect
Fuck the fame and the fun nigga
And Im letting you niggas know today
I aint none of you niggas sons
Aint none of you niggas protege
Aint under no niggas wing
No nigga showed the way
Only nigga I can name
Dead and gone away
I'm the only nigga that write these rhymes
Neh nigga put a dime on my studio time
Aint a mufucka helped me eat a lick
Eat a dick
Out of touch in my dark days
Reaching out when you see me lit
Pppssss
Better late than never
Hope it was worth the wait
Well I aint waiting for nothing
My nigga work awaits
I hit the go I dont reverse or break
Detroit heavy on my back
Watch me work the weight
I been make believing since my birth date
Turned life to heaven on earth
Why you think they call me Jesus in the first place
I am the most valuable in my work space
Keep the talent, you wont out work me
On my worst day
Boy I'm the truth like church day
Got you niggas nervous like you wit a bad bitch on the first date
That hate shit for me work great
They love watchin me ball to talk shit but
This aint First Take
First take
My dick out ya mouth
Tell you twice
Imma have Trip put that 4-5th in ya mouth
Fuck that
I put my fist in ya mouth
on you, have you looking like a fish in the mouth
Now thats a real nigga
No that a reel nigga
HOBB$ the man on these streets
Quit Jit, still dancin on these beats boy
Dont get it tangled or twisted
This aint a game or a gimic
Aint nothing different
I aint changing my image
I'm not 3 Pac
Not Notorious K.I.D
Not a Lil Pun
Younger young H.O.V
Nas God Son, nope
I'm not one
Not a littler Wayne
Junior Cole
Or K Dot adoption
But I am a lyricist
Spit with the chipped Nas tooth
Reasonable Doubt Jay
Scarf with the over sized suit
X with the overalls
One strapped
With the hi boots
Pun with the goggles
And Pac beanie with the side drooped
Ha
I'm Money Mitchin' in a Saab coup
On top of the world
Worldwide too
I was meant to be a brand name
That brand name mine
I get my Brand-on
Thats what HOBB$ do
Ha
My government Brandon Hobbs too
Shit was predetermined
Shout to Mom dukes
Shout out to my sister
My support system
Came up under strong women
Could have been a lost nigga
This for the family
Keep the popularity and the vanity
Being da man
Aint what they demand from me
They fuck with me for me
Not cause I'm creating fantasies for a fan to see
If you a fan of me, its organically
Apparently
Its the transparency in my message
Highly respected for my sincerity
I go the extra Mile, they admire it
I guess I'm a product of my environment
Im a Mile Nigga
On the Mile, eating Chilli Cheese Fries
Seven and Greenfield, where they be selling bean pies
Niggas lose lives over green guys
In this city the skinny, fat, and everything in between dies
Apologize for the wait
Been preoccupied
Took my time with create
Pushed a lot aside
But I'm here now
Underscore
Bottom line
Its H-O
Double B
Dollah sign
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Writer(s): Brandon Hobbs
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