Hear Me Out 2
So let the games begin
I watch the lames pretend
I came to win with dames that sin to shameful ends
On top of my profession
Glock in my possession
Mankind say I'm the People's Champ, 'Rock and Sock Connection'
In love with the pretty women
Only commit to winning
I'm stuck in different vision, ducking the prison system
I pray I never feel the envy that my rivals felt
Used to let my pants sag in the "Bible Belt"
My words paint pictures just to change perceptions
That you can hang in your mind on a frame of reference
Capital T, 20th Letter, I'm synonymous
to Gangsta Grillz Don Cannon, I'm where the Drama is
To my incompetent former accomplices
Who downplaying my accomplishments, you shall remain anonymous
Just remember who put this Thing on his back
I Been the King on the tracks
What I was bringing you Lacked
No Umbrella like Rihanna so I feel the rain
If you look me in my eye you can feel my pain
My blood runs so cold that it chills my veins
And the flow so crazy make me feel insane
They call me Young Teezy-Money I'm a hustler's son
When its time to hit the block I'm right up with the Sun
One... Hear Me Out
I'm the monster of my genre
Independent no sponsor
Niggas can't hold a candle to me even on Kwanzaa
The truest Don rhyming, Louboutin buying
Skin-tone resembling a Yucatan Mayan
I'm lethal with rhymes
Let knowledge sprinkle ya mind
I'm still tryna iron out a wrinkle in time
I still believe in "Seek and you'll find"
I want my whole circle to get their flowers, how a wreath is defined
Cheddar we let it pile
No pedophile, still creep with the 9
Want my respect like Aretha in prime
And I'm feeling greater
Putting panic in you haters
I'm warning you, you bout to turn Anakin to Vader
Cuz mentioning I, you on a mission to die
Your family gon' have to ask for my permission to cry
What's changed? Left the drug game I just want some love
Got maybe One Bird left, call it a lonesome dove
No Umbrella like Rihanna so I feel the rain
If you look me in my eye you can feel my pain
My blood runs so cold that it chills my veins
And the flow so crazy make me feel insane
They call me Young Teezy-Money I'm a hustler's son
When its time to hit the block I'm right up with the Sun
One... Hear Me Out
I watch the lames pretend
I came to win with dames that sin to shameful ends
On top of my profession
Glock in my possession
Mankind say I'm the People's Champ, 'Rock and Sock Connection'
In love with the pretty women
Only commit to winning
I'm stuck in different vision, ducking the prison system
I pray I never feel the envy that my rivals felt
Used to let my pants sag in the "Bible Belt"
My words paint pictures just to change perceptions
That you can hang in your mind on a frame of reference
Capital T, 20th Letter, I'm synonymous
to Gangsta Grillz Don Cannon, I'm where the Drama is
To my incompetent former accomplices
Who downplaying my accomplishments, you shall remain anonymous
Just remember who put this Thing on his back
I Been the King on the tracks
What I was bringing you Lacked
No Umbrella like Rihanna so I feel the rain
If you look me in my eye you can feel my pain
My blood runs so cold that it chills my veins
And the flow so crazy make me feel insane
They call me Young Teezy-Money I'm a hustler's son
When its time to hit the block I'm right up with the Sun
One... Hear Me Out
I'm the monster of my genre
Independent no sponsor
Niggas can't hold a candle to me even on Kwanzaa
The truest Don rhyming, Louboutin buying
Skin-tone resembling a Yucatan Mayan
I'm lethal with rhymes
Let knowledge sprinkle ya mind
I'm still tryna iron out a wrinkle in time
I still believe in "Seek and you'll find"
I want my whole circle to get their flowers, how a wreath is defined
Cheddar we let it pile
No pedophile, still creep with the 9
Want my respect like Aretha in prime
And I'm feeling greater
Putting panic in you haters
I'm warning you, you bout to turn Anakin to Vader
Cuz mentioning I, you on a mission to die
Your family gon' have to ask for my permission to cry
What's changed? Left the drug game I just want some love
Got maybe One Bird left, call it a lonesome dove
No Umbrella like Rihanna so I feel the rain
If you look me in my eye you can feel my pain
My blood runs so cold that it chills my veins
And the flow so crazy make me feel insane
They call me Young Teezy-Money I'm a hustler's son
When its time to hit the block I'm right up with the Sun
One... Hear Me Out
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Drakes
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