3rd Quarter
Who you know, better with better grammar
Without using hammers or arm and hammer to make it out the ghetto
These niggas not in my league like Carmelo
It's like comparing King Jaffe Joe to a rose pedal
I just be watching styles get bit like gold medals
I don't know if niggas rapping or singing a falsetto
And I ain't mad at niggas, if it sell it sell
Get your money being broke like living in hell
But it ain't too many fuckin with my pen for real
So many bars in my head I can build me a jail
See a nigga like me got a story to tell
I was young and gullible so I done took a few L's
The word gullible it got a few L's in it
I deserve a doctors visit, I can't help I'm sick with it
So it's only right me and Joc put on a clinic
Real rap coming back you niggas got to deal with it
4 Quarters nigga, this shit like a buzzer beater
If I got to dumb it down I ain't tryna do a feature
Niggas say they in the field
But be really they be in the bleachers
Storyteller like Nas, only right I'm spitting ether
It's plenty times I said I was the goat
If a nigga disagree then I'm on go
I got niggas I can call they'll be on the road
We can get straight to it, ain't no waiting bro
Niggas really bout that action never capping
Y'all not shooting like y'all Paxson
Y'all be running, Speedy Claxton
Y'all be talking tough in captions, but get broke down like a fraction
Niggas got guns and they blasting
You'll get painted, that's abstraction
Now you six feet deep in the cemetery
Putting rappers in a obituary, in February
Bet you never thought talking slick would get you buried
Me going bar for bar with Moody man that's very scary
Dilla on the beat, I had to pay respect
Got to do it for the set
Disrespect I'm at ya neck
Niggas talking bout Suffolk, always asking who is next
But I been the fuckin best
Man I been a fuckin vet
Been in the game, 10 years strong, I ain't nobody favorite
But that's ok don't say I am when a nigga make it
This shit premeditated
While you young niggas was in the crib masturbating
I was in the studio
Fuckin salivating right at the mic
I'm truly nice I can spit it on site
And all this shit is off top, man I ain't got to write
And I just spit it from the soul so it's nothing to recite
Man y'all niggas switching sides
Jumping from left to right
When ya ends get tight, like Josiah Price
I do this music for my life I never did it for the price
Because the price is never right
Bitch ass niggas
Aye
Without using hammers or arm and hammer to make it out the ghetto
These niggas not in my league like Carmelo
It's like comparing King Jaffe Joe to a rose pedal
I just be watching styles get bit like gold medals
I don't know if niggas rapping or singing a falsetto
And I ain't mad at niggas, if it sell it sell
Get your money being broke like living in hell
But it ain't too many fuckin with my pen for real
So many bars in my head I can build me a jail
See a nigga like me got a story to tell
I was young and gullible so I done took a few L's
The word gullible it got a few L's in it
I deserve a doctors visit, I can't help I'm sick with it
So it's only right me and Joc put on a clinic
Real rap coming back you niggas got to deal with it
4 Quarters nigga, this shit like a buzzer beater
If I got to dumb it down I ain't tryna do a feature
Niggas say they in the field
But be really they be in the bleachers
Storyteller like Nas, only right I'm spitting ether
It's plenty times I said I was the goat
If a nigga disagree then I'm on go
I got niggas I can call they'll be on the road
We can get straight to it, ain't no waiting bro
Niggas really bout that action never capping
Y'all not shooting like y'all Paxson
Y'all be running, Speedy Claxton
Y'all be talking tough in captions, but get broke down like a fraction
Niggas got guns and they blasting
You'll get painted, that's abstraction
Now you six feet deep in the cemetery
Putting rappers in a obituary, in February
Bet you never thought talking slick would get you buried
Me going bar for bar with Moody man that's very scary
Dilla on the beat, I had to pay respect
Got to do it for the set
Disrespect I'm at ya neck
Niggas talking bout Suffolk, always asking who is next
But I been the fuckin best
Man I been a fuckin vet
Been in the game, 10 years strong, I ain't nobody favorite
But that's ok don't say I am when a nigga make it
This shit premeditated
While you young niggas was in the crib masturbating
I was in the studio
Fuckin salivating right at the mic
I'm truly nice I can spit it on site
And all this shit is off top, man I ain't got to write
And I just spit it from the soul so it's nothing to recite
Man y'all niggas switching sides
Jumping from left to right
When ya ends get tight, like Josiah Price
I do this music for my life I never did it for the price
Because the price is never right
Bitch ass niggas
Aye
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Writer(s): Jaquez Hinton
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