There's not much you could do or say to me People think I'm a little bit I get it all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every once in a to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I say things Sometimes I forget what people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me If they heard some shit I layed to tape 'fore they me
I may be a too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many it may seem Like I'm too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you me Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and As long as you place me amongst one of them When I the gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the that he placed me Believe it or not, I my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You ain't gonna or break me
Tryin' to me of my credibility or make me look fake, G only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all face me And when you face me with all the you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, me 'Cause been patiently waitin' for the day That we finally meet, in the same to see
No matter how many I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
My flow's untouchable, now you gotta it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves then crush you
If I'm the best and the worst God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta it Shoot it or pop it, it bag it or chop it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough