M.O.E.T. (Intro)

First off I wanna say shut the fuck up when I'm rappin hoe
Still wonder what it is that got you niggas yappin for
I'm just in my zone got me feeling like Pac after the five shots
Machiavelli they thought I died well if I did then bitch I'm back to tell it
Still dreaming on the kid but shit this ain't what I'm selling
I'm just doing this for the predicate felons
And its still fuck the law with no petroleum jelly
They tried to keep me down but on Pooh I won't let em
Damn I wish his ass was here I got so much to tell em
Man that shit cut deep, I done lost so much sleep
I swear to god I stayed up a whole week no sheep
Can't count how many times I done stayed up and cried, looking up to the sky asking big homie why
I just needed a little bit of closure
And I think I finally got it so here's my grand opening
But I'm just living life almost like I like
Still got some loose ends but fuck it ill make it tight
But I'm blessed yo in every way
And I'm living life to the fullest so I'm just a man of exquisite taste

I'm just a Man of Exquisite Taste (Taste)
I'm just a Man of Exquisite Taste (Taste)
I'm just a (I'm just a)
I'm just a (I'm just a)

I'm just an ordinary neguro
Tryna be a father not no motherfucking hero
Still got beef with both of my baby mamas
But I do this shit for them so for that I'm after commas
Make a nigga dig deeper in the marijuana
But I don't drink much so gone and keep ya bottle
I'm a sit here and take off full throttle
With my head in the clouds tell satan I said holla
And sky is the limit that's word to Big Poppa
And its mother fuck all that try and proceed to stop
Mother fuckers never loved us
Shit if they did why every cop in America tryna put a hole in us, Fuck
I done got off the topic this supposed to be the Intro
This that fun ride you ain't gotta pay admission for
Bout to show you why I got the game in a figure 4
And if you looking for me bitch you found what you looking for
I ain't got time for the ignance so you can move around like a stick of dro
I ain't make the rules that's just how a nigga play
That's why I'm eating good so I'm just a man of exquisite taste (Unh)

I'm just a man of exquisite taste (Taste)
I'm just a man of exquisite taste (Taste)
I'm just a (I'm just a)
I'm just a (I'm just a)

Yeeaaah I go so mother effing hard nigga
Shout to WolfGaang for resurrecting the god nigga
Me and Hip-hop like two peas in a pod nigga
So I suggest y'all go and get on ya job nigga (Nigga)
I'm Al Capone with the subtle but gutta rap tone
And really every verse should be valued a one hundred stacks or more
One of the greatest if not the greatest to ever do it
And if you still sleeping I'll be sure to bring the embalming fluid



Credits
Writer(s): Mtdub Da Champ, Marvin Whitener
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