[Refrain x2] I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit [Verse 1] I pull my hoodie down and take a look around Sounds that shook a town, man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown when the night is lookin' down Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the smoothest crook around Taking some dollars and making away from Impalas Shakin' the jade cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely Cause my passion suits me, so blast the tunes please I see the world with four eyes, hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries, rap or die Wanna get signed, drive a four door ride Be more fly Til then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a bat in the cave Sit back in the shade when I'm passing the haze Misbehave, I'm a trouble-making teenager Be grateful he's able to please haters Seat taker, three-term Mayor Getting re-elected just three terms later I've seen greater days so let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spades can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion flying through the skyline The game on my back I got five spines Black cat with nine lives Time flies by So I got one life to loose it But how will I use it Uh, I put it all in the music Cause ya'll pussy Fold away before they hand your cards Broke-ass rapper now you Dancing With The Stars I'm handling these bars like a simple situation Basing on them cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now Get my record deal ready, get Diddy up on the dial Hello wassup Puffy, I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me to the people they gon' love me, trust me Cause these older cats are getting a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-Hop is not dead Spit hot lead, but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me, I'll leave them playin' for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complain about your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'mma be mad you hatin' cause I'm white Do a lot a cryin', lettin' pain out on the mic Cause overall I'm iller than most of ya'll Yall pussy, never ever gone for it all You scared of a little risky coachin' call What happened, I thought you were the know-it-all I stay smokin' well haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's peoples Have a dude come up like "Yo, I know people" The need for Dead Presidents, this dough evil So lethal, police'll always try to beat you Seat you down try and have you run your mouth Bring your mother out, look what your son is now See my mom she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while Now I put 1 on the dial with a smile Cause I'm wild, foul child style Too focused on my grind to ever catch an "f" My heart in it down 8 with five seconds left I want the best, won't settle for nothin' less And I always stay dressed in somethin' fresh So keep your head on straight and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messaged my brain
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