Get mad when a nigga wanna take that knee But they clap when he catch that ball These cats nowadays straight pussy I see They scrap but ain't got no paws Law break an oath, take his jaw The biggest liars of them all I set fire in the mind and the hearts of the men That wanna clap but it pop off No excuses, all applause, revolution, all the soft Restitution ain't solution for the lives that have been lost By the time you hear this song There'll be plenty niggas gone Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass While the killers be at home Now my dealers keep that chrome And my pimp niggas keep them hoes I'm gon' keep on pushin' this pen I don't write on no iPhone Alright, alright, I'm old-fashioned But my style cannot be cloned Timeless classics on you bastards Jedi rap shit all day long
If you lookin' for the real You know exactly who to come and get Watch how you approach me homie Miss me with that sucker shit Hangin' out the window Like I'm Malcolm with the yopper If I said it then I meant it Ain't apologizing partner That's some real shit They say they lookin' for the real Said the music lacking feeling Well this is somethin' they can feel
Rollin' in the coupe, jammin' Dre and Snoop Niggas know that I'm movin' through the hood In my, in my, in my hoopty-hoop Fuck around nigga, I might shoot Get your ass spint the fuck around like a Hula-hoop I play the block in a foolish coupe Ooh, tell 'em, fella; ooh, tell 'em, fella Them pussy niggas are hella jealous They hella yellow, they hella yellow They talkin' tough but they Mellow Yellow You catch 'em slippin', what's happenin', fella? Watch they ass go Helen Keller Can't hear, can't see, can't tell a fella Lord have mercy, I done prayed So many days for y'all to try I've been waitin' to buy ya flowers Send 'em to your mama, let her cry I bought a new AK today And I'm so happy (I'm so happy) I might bust it on you bustas here in traffic
Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me
I'm terrible Words that I spill Will lift niggas out of graves while I kill at will Frozen like ice cubes, chipped like bricks Two to your chest, five to your hip .30 to your homies, everybody left I understand exactly why he shouldn't fuck with us I looked at the homies, like anybody else Fuck saving ya homie nigga, you need to save yourself
Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me Made man, nobody made me
Let me say somethin'; when you was growin' up, and yo grandmama had plastic on the couch—I know all y'all's grandmamas had plastic on the couch—You know why y'all's grandmamas had plastic on the couch? Because your grandmama was a squirterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
