Behind Bars
Ayo stop bitching, stop complaining
People don't like your shit so what?
Go back in the studio, and make some more shit they can't not fuck with bro. C'mon
You gon' pay me respect 'fore I reach for my wallet
A switchblade hiding in the crevice saying I got it
And if you late for your payment bet I never forgot it
And if I see yo ass again, you gon' be dead in a closet
Now don't go running to the cops, that ain't a threat it's a promise
I'll knock that fake grill off your teeth like I was your orthodontist
And they call me a deadbeat just like Drake to Adonis
Cause I'm treating this rap shit like I did economics
But now look at the position that I put myself in
I'm confused, ready to lose everything so I win
I mean it's paper I'm chasing, don't know what safe that it's in
I got a smile on my face, but revenge in my grin
Keep sleeping, better look out of the room you be dwelling
Or else I'll take a shattered mace, it's useful as a weapon
Wait till you unsuspecting and then I be caving your head in
I guess you'll never make it past the age of 27
I rap like Chris Paul, an all star
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
It ain't no normal life I'm living dawg
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
I grew up on vile murderous raps, from Eminem to Infamous
I won't mind hurting you back if you attack first
Rap and the track burst into flames, yeah my back hurts
Since I've been atlas to the game
Can hardly remember names of people doubting, hating
I've been held in a conversation between myself and I
Contemplating to leave this game, I'm dangerous, I should emphasize
The race makes me crazy, I've been daily marinating on rapper genocide
I only need my sweat, blood and time
That's a hollow cost when you inject your grind
Respect my mind or it's off with his head
Like we're Peut etre en France, Antoinette with the peasants outside
I take pleasure in the exercise of harm on my enemies
In leisure time, damn haters watch and never intervene
Young Vito genovese, my pen game slaughter
Hold water like the car of Ed Kennedy
I rap like Chris Paul, an all star
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
It ain't no normal life I'm living dawg
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
People don't like your shit so what?
Go back in the studio, and make some more shit they can't not fuck with bro. C'mon
You gon' pay me respect 'fore I reach for my wallet
A switchblade hiding in the crevice saying I got it
And if you late for your payment bet I never forgot it
And if I see yo ass again, you gon' be dead in a closet
Now don't go running to the cops, that ain't a threat it's a promise
I'll knock that fake grill off your teeth like I was your orthodontist
And they call me a deadbeat just like Drake to Adonis
Cause I'm treating this rap shit like I did economics
But now look at the position that I put myself in
I'm confused, ready to lose everything so I win
I mean it's paper I'm chasing, don't know what safe that it's in
I got a smile on my face, but revenge in my grin
Keep sleeping, better look out of the room you be dwelling
Or else I'll take a shattered mace, it's useful as a weapon
Wait till you unsuspecting and then I be caving your head in
I guess you'll never make it past the age of 27
I rap like Chris Paul, an all star
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
It ain't no normal life I'm living dawg
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
I grew up on vile murderous raps, from Eminem to Infamous
I won't mind hurting you back if you attack first
Rap and the track burst into flames, yeah my back hurts
Since I've been atlas to the game
Can hardly remember names of people doubting, hating
I've been held in a conversation between myself and I
Contemplating to leave this game, I'm dangerous, I should emphasize
The race makes me crazy, I've been daily marinating on rapper genocide
I only need my sweat, blood and time
That's a hollow cost when you inject your grind
Respect my mind or it's off with his head
Like we're Peut etre en France, Antoinette with the peasants outside
I take pleasure in the exercise of harm on my enemies
In leisure time, damn haters watch and never intervene
Young Vito genovese, my pen game slaughter
Hold water like the car of Ed Kennedy
I rap like Chris Paul, an all star
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
It ain't no normal life I'm living dawg
Y'all don't know what goes on behind the bars
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Writer(s): Mike Elyian
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