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