I'll Be There

And if you're running your mouth (I'll be there)
Uh, uh, and if you locked in the house (I'll be there)

Uh! I hear you running your mouth
Talking bout how you the best out like I went south
Like I ain't standin here with my chest out
Poking my bubble vest out
Know how many years rappers been stressed out
Tryna write the kinda rhymes that I left out of a song (haha)
You rap, cowards('ll) mourn, the day the hour is gone
While I'm alive you won't give me my flowers
'Cause I'm a thorn (sss) in your side
But that's alright I'ma keep poking
The beast woken in middle of the night, sheets soaking, with teeth broken (Ugh)
That's cause I took a bite out of my dreams hopin' it never stops
I only see L's at 3 o'clock when I peak at my watch (haha)
Laugh at these lists that I ain't on, I should be at the top
And that's as clear as air so I'm there if you see me or not
I remember not having gas inside the hoops
So I matted the coupe, and the pickup got a panoramic roof
The chain dangles, erry angle looking like a kaleidoscope
Shining so the finest hoes is eenie meenie miney mo

So when you're tearing out your hair
If you air it out with swears
I'll be there, I'll be there
'Cause I'm the type to sit back
And let you talk all that smack
I'll be there, Yeah I'll be there
And if you want to come out flexing
Make sure you watch you who messing with
This music is a blessing
But surely could lead up to your death
So never second guess the truest to ever do it
The nicest dude with a mic
Still as a student I'm fluent (uh)

Been riding 'round with the same bucket hat from champion
Keep fucking around you 'gon wind up floating down the Caspian
I am done with asking them to lay off with the hassling
You just keep on babbling I'm rolling like I'm barreling, ah
Just laughing at what you call your stay
Better hope you made enough gains
To last you through old age
If not, back to minimum wage
It's not my problem, twenty-two years old, got plent more days
I keep on watching though 'cause when they go they'll act amazed
There's no debate, when it comes to great people get afraid
I was taught to slay by the very greats
Em, Nas, and Jay
Kendrick, Cole and Wayne
Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J
Kool G Rap and Dre
Reggie Noble, Masta Ace, uh
Joell Ortiz and Crooked I gave us guides
From H.A.R.D to Rise And Fall, then Harbor City I'm tied
To their output of music like a rubric for your life
Follow it and never question again if you're in the right

So when you're tearing out your hair
If you air it out with swears
I'll be there, I'll be there
'Cause I'm the type to sit back
And let you talk all that smack
I'll be there, Yeah I'll be there
And if you want to come out flexing
Make sure you watch you who messing with
This music is a blessing
But surely could lead up to your death
So never second guess the truest to ever do it
The nicest dude with a mic
Still as a student I'm fluent (uh)