[Verse 1]
Claim to be real but they can't back it up
I'm showing'em what to fear while chucking my deuces up
I'm a problem for these hot heads' gangstas that pop lead
Even for the strippers on the pole stop your nonsense
You want to battle I'm meeting you at your door
Hope your brains intact 'cause I'm not like these other whores
Smell me from a distance intelligence in my pores
Are you intimated yet get down on all fours
I'm hungry for the top spot' you want to send shots my way
I'm ducking and swerving without a thought
Never hesitant' I'm just waiting for the beat to drop
then it's off with their heads like the queen said and you're outta luck
... I'm raw yeah I'm feeling like a savage
Eating local rappers for breakfast just to manage
Typical bar but I raised it
A lady in the streets but a gangster if your racist
Uh' I'm tired of society but victory I taste it
Poetic justice nothing worst than talent wasted
You're searching for the dollar signs I'm trying to get my mind right
You want the limelight the' wine and dine type but
I'm on a mission to show'em just what I got
With my Black Glovez and ski mask I won't stop
Afro blowing in the wind and I'm old enough to sin
Forgive me' a Gemini you know I brought the twins
Ayo Mac where you at? It's time to attack!
Beat'em up like a drum a ra-ta-ta-tat
Yeah I'm psycho but you recycle your bars then act hard
Reality of it all? I'm watching rappers dissolve!
[Verse 2]
Born in the jungle eating niggaz for meals
I'm a mf lion you're more like a lion seal out of water
Get the iron and fire him for real
Why you trying while you know that he is riding with the steal
And I'm riding with some niggaz that are riding just to kill
And I'm flying but I'm feeling like I'm lying on a mill
My attire' caught her like an irregular skill
And it only cost five' acceptable bills
Mad fly I'm on the page getting paid
Everyday I'm amazed how I chase all these papes
You a damn lie, I could save what you make
In a week in a day playing EA Games
All my niggaz on it, we gon make a video and
Fill you up with jealousy something like the studio
Tight niggaz might have to land this plane
'cause I just got the Skype and the package came
Getting to the zeros you getting a zero
What the hell you waiting for a mf hero?
Shaking off the many shady murders that she wrote
And I got her in my pocket like a hundred f c notes
She know' we know, that we getting bucks
And my nigga coming home so you birds better duck
And you better set a stone and tomb right beside that
You gon get blown to the moon like a nine pack
credits
released February 25, 2013
Written by Generale Q & Mac
Recorded, Arranged, Mixed & Mastered by CALi at The Clinic
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