Gateway 2000

Always distracted by the things that I'm attracted to
Like fast coupes with the roofs that's retractable
To tell the truth I was through with living practical
Just tryna ride 500 horses with no saddle yo
Doing the most with a little bit
So when I get rich then you know that this kid gon' be sick with it
Long as I'm eating I'm spitting lines worth tweeting
And that's the bottom line like pound sign real nigga shit
My life is trending, I'm tired of blending
In with these fools that sleep on my beginnings
'Cause in the ending, I'm making these ends meet
And that's my M.O. that's N-O pretending
I'll get my kinfolk in these limo's thats bending
Corners round the world like their luxury's lengthy
So we yolo till we die, then its mansions in the sky right
Glad to be alive, hallelujah, praise God
But while on earth, I'm emphasizing the differences
Between you regulars and my dudes that's reinventing this
Game we bout to get up in, so get a pen and take notes
'Cause you c-sharp dudes out here handlin'
And dismantling instrumental tracks with great flows
So be grateful, 'cause the auditory's tasteful
I waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful
Of that great pull, you gon' learn but this ain't school
The shampoo I use make my pubes smell like fresh fruit
She love it when I rap, cuz now her nigga getting' fresh too

I ain't got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain
I know some hoes, but I'm out the game
Rappin' like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame
I ain't got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain
I know some hoes, but I'm out the game
Rappin' like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame

(You can't) You can't save what you don't make
Niggas get paid to act like a slave
This everyday in the US of A
The nigga on stage found his escape
Tightened up his jays and then he ran a way
And went from naps to braids
Braids to waves
And then he got faded off haterade
Swerved bull shit like escalades
On 28s around barracades
So let the haters hate
On this amazing grace
This ain't a paper chase
But the paper straight
Fresh from the press
Spend some, save some, burn the rest
I don't believe in beef so get it off ya chest
Gettin' paid to preach cus my speech is blessed
Each and every phrase I say, will make you think that I'm a seasoned vet
We killin' this shit till the beat is dead
To make it live on
Cuz we champions
Ya'll ambien
Sleepin' on a nigga that's handling
I just make it happen then plan again
Got more drive than Americans
But don't mistake that for no arrogance
Cus that would be too 'unamerican' (say what?)

Better salute the flag soldier... Say what?
Better stand in place... Nigga say what?
Shit! I said stand in place young nigga... Fuck's wrong whichu?... Fuck that shit...
The hand of the man in the kitchen
Is grabbin the pans and the dishes
He's whippin' some chickens
The end of his mission is tender and crispy
He grew up on chitlins in Silver (that's true)
His mother's Elizabeth
He's gotta whole buncha brothers and sisters with
The oldest of all of the siblings
The darkest of all of the children
He's probly got knowledge and wisdom to pass and depart (Like what?)
Like how to go start you a business
Or slaughter a hog and process a sausage
Or get you some sauces to go with your entrée
I gotta go watch and just listen
And sop like a mop or a biscuit
I bought me a cannon to document all of my kinsmen answering all of my quizzin'
And all of this talking is profit I promise to use it to win me an Oscar
And author a doc about South Carolina
The honor and drama of tryna get dollars
Mommas with Hondas and three baby fathers
No matter the city, the town, or the county
These niggas is chillin but down to get rowdy
Out we been counted but losin' is doubted

And then we took it from the jump drive, to the e-mail
Just a nigga living life for the details
Sell and re-tell on different tracks
Never derail when I called Raiin and put it on the tracks
My mind is trained, so I sell it back
Cus I know the truth
I saw'em in the mirror, then I hit the booth
I saw'em in the mirror then I hit the booth

I ain't got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain
I know some hoes, but I'm out the game
Rappin' like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame
I ain't got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain
I know some hoes, but I'm out the game
Rappin' like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame