Look I'm not a gimmick, there's not a rapper I'm trying to mimic My life move about a mile a minute Make the best of it while I'm in it Talk shit I'll never get offended I'm so pushin' to the limit I could shake of 20 haters Ignore em' and handle my business Highly hood got my named cemented A threat to every rapper in the game or that's ever been in it 5'6'' but I stand tall, built for war, sort of like the Great Wall Of China, hear my footsteps like Yao Ming's behind ya Don't remind me, do whatever to you, fly back and it'll be Hell on earth for you to find me They say we all look alike, cook alike But they aint't know that we all crooks alike I changed the game when I took the mic In Freestyle what it took for you to write, good night!
[Chorus:] I am here now, say what you want I know I got something you want I am here now, think what you want This is my life, let's get it on
It's like a curse being successful The more progress, the more stressful Don't ask about heart, I got a chestful Thrown into a cesspool of sex juice So my next move was to elevate for the best view I got a few things to confess too They say I'm famous, I don't feel special Plucked from a few to be placed on a pedestal Only to be ridiculed and find out they want to get rid of you Once you near your pinnacle they try to limit you From the start of your career when they finish you That's why in interviews I keep my shit minimal And if I do say something it's subliminal Is it because I'm signed to killers and criminals? It's pitiful, this rap game is too political But fuck it, I ain't got shit else to do
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Yo, yo you don't gotta give me my respect, I'ma take it You ain't gotta punch me into night I'ma lay it You ain't gotta loan me no money I'ma make it And I do anything I can get away with I say what I want, take it how you take it Media hype that I've created has enhanced my hatred Came from the basement, rose amongst the stars like a space ship Face it, there's no replacement Time you spend looking for the one is time wasted I'm too defined, my design you can't trace it So give it up, I ain't bitter but I'm getting sick enough to take my contract and rip it up Plus my friend say I'm forgettin' stuff Is it cause I failed to get intouch While I'm out rappin', travelin', gettin' bucks And my hearts in Miami indeed Oh I ain't forget, I just got my family to feed
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