Friendly Reminder

Genus Muzik
Huh
Ugh
Y'all know what time it is
AP Venom
GMG's very own golden spitter
You know, touch on a thing or two here and there
Ugh, let's get it
Yeah

Yeah, I still remember all of y'all niggas
that wouldn't help me
Y'all were high and mighty ain't it? I wasn't worth it
You turned around and found I wasn't where y'all niggas left me
That didn't just bruise your pride, I know it cut deep
Used to be the nigga to get beat, and turn the other cheek
These days a nigga touch me, I lift the gat, squeeze
Loyal to my life, I introduce you to my sidepiece
Now I'm beast, innocence died 'cause of the hardships
No competition for me in my hometown that's a fact
Why should I fight for the crown when it's already on my head
Your favorite rapper from the hood is a mini-me, sad
Pay attention to his rhyme scheme, and flow when he rap
Tell that nigga better pay me my money, and my respect
Used to wanna get that cheese with y'all niggas, but y'all are rats
Hide behind subliminals nigga, you ain't a threat
Long as you ain't me nigga, you ain't the best
Mama's boy acting like a crackhead
Better zip that hole under your nose or get your cranium cracked
If you're my cat and you turn rat, we are not fam
Here's the line in the sand, you cross that, brace for impact
They said this ain't the road for me, created my own lane
Suffered more L's than I have in my own name
But I've been a G, even way back in my early days
And I'll keep holding it down till I get to the pearly gates
Growing up, peers barely knew my name
I was the kid they told the other kids, don't be like him
God had his hand on my shoulder, and I push through the pain
I'm that same nigga back then they labeled as lame
But when my time comes, I'm going down as a great
Here lies a king, they better put that on my grave
You wouldn't believe who's calling me, pretending we're friends
Like uh-uh dawg, you will come up short
How you praising me when you were betting on my loss
Me and young Liz, you can label us outlaws
We're about to wage war nigga and kick down doors
That he said, she said; I don't want that info
That's the type of nigga that I don't wanna hear from
Wake up and get to the bag, that's what I'm here for
Ain't no doubt about it in my mind I am the one dawg
And those poverty lines are gonna get crossed, boss
Let's talk about being real for a second
Be at odds with the venom you don't want that
Peace sign, nigga scratch that
Your best bet is a death match

Before I
Hmm
Get backstabbed by a rap cat
He'll get backslapped with these black hands
Before he gets clapped with this black mac
That I got packed in my backpack
When it pull back and the bullet lands on his forehead
Through his snapback
Get his skull cracked, he gon' lay flat nigga no cap
He gon' be on a wristband or a T-shirt. Not bad, with that said
Let's talk about being real for a second
Be at odds with the venom you don't want that, facts

Huh
Yeah

I see y'all getting comfortable, nigga I'm not gone
Gifted by the almighty, I'm a problem they can't solve
When they hear me through the speakers, feel the presence of a god
Mention my name on a song and it's all-out war
A war with AP Venom is war you can't afford
Amateur versus pro, there's levels to this dawg
You got plaques on your teeth; I got a plaque on my wall
Y'all are used to the old me nigga, that nigga is dead and gone
Huh
You already know it is
Let's get it