Verse: 1 My squad's driven but the blessings is G-d given Just look at how good YOD's living In the limo rocking a mink, crack the window and show fur They check my feet, when I hop out, it's Gucci loafers Laid low for some time, made sure every line tight Shit was looking bleak until I got my mind right Shine the light, the reach of these other rappers is finite And their babymoms be average as fuck, yeah she was fine alright Fair to say that they're not some good lookers In reality, just glorified neighborhood hookers Quit it with them "blaaats: and "booka bookas" I heard your man went to jail and they took his tuchus Then gave it back, stay kissing ass that's why you say you spit crack Your crews with you, knowing that shit wack I get it right the first time cause it's hard to reenact Surprised I made it out with my integrity in tact 12 years a rapper, a loop eater Break chewer, no time for a snake hoo-er Making moves underground, let's take the sewer In lieu of these fakes tryna maneuver, loser You'se a groupie, go blow a roadie brody, u ain't my co-d What makes you think you know the Y.O.D Why O.D.? Ruling the street with an alias, and they lovin it A dictator, ain't nobody calling out my government Even if you "know me" you phony Catch me on my lonely, I play paranoid like Tony Iommi, we at war with the pigs, don't make me pull out this iron, man...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
