The haters didn’t tell me nothing I didn’t know … I didn’t know (x4)
When I spit it, I give it, I live it
I be terrific, I be specific, centrific, so explicit
Like I’m living with my mind locked in a prison
But I still got a vision, I see it threw the rhythm
I here to slap down like I slap my girl yeah right
Up on her ass when I putting my fucking mack down
I been listening to them haters man
And … they ain’t really put nothing in my brain
Buy being successful on all sides of the game man
I ain’t saying I got a whole eye full
But when it comes to the beats and these lyrics I rule
I captian crunch beat beats out
Like MOP beast beats out, I here to flow and then I’m out
Got golden scrolls like skeletons in ya closet
Deep how I live it and spit it and how I rock it
CHORUS
… Blacky idol
Spitting like a automatic weapon
In the session smiff an wessum
Spitting wigs like mathematical lessons
Keep guessing, this year I’m going after Grammys
And billboards with a big dick in ya face on a bill board
Now let me big up all my niggas in the hood, all my niggas in the hood
All my niggas, what’s good
Trying to keep a smile in ya when it ain’t all good
Put ya brains in the game and ya balls on the wood
I didn’t know, I didn’t know
CHORUS
Me coming and the streets hot, streets hot hot hot
If the things a get to hot me would a jump right out the pot
Soldier boy coming devils me na fear not
Me me have cling cling cling pan me rock
Each one teach one now let we take it back
Me represent me family me put them on the map
Dear mama, dear mama
You know you were my teacher, teacher
Dear papa, papa
You know you were my teacher, teacher
Dear granny, granny
You know you were my teacher, teacher
Dear father, father
But you’re the one I seeked yes seeked yes
That’s how I keep myself going going going on
It’s a royal bloodline and you know my word is bond
CHORUS
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