Handle these niggers with handles Something like hannibal lector Coming through these section All wrecking, I could wreck it before All these niggers want to catch a body Now they sitting in jail Force hell and they say that the prison is a war Nigger slip through the falls Wanna talk with God cracks in the floor How you gonna see with no glasses
Boy your vision ain't straight, when you in the church And you steal from the place That ain't cool, that's all just for symbols Officers pull me over, I am not in a rental A lot of dudes look like me, you drug dealers and pimping I beat the odds, most won't beat the charge Trying to fall back as I think They still stuck in they ways
Ace couldn't even make the change They just mad at the world Same old story, niggers flashing on girls Get your life together, this world, for real
I stay on try angle, all My new brand looking awesome In my mind I'm flossing, take a piece of real to eat And I don't ever sleep till I touch the world with rapping and action For a purpose boy, I move back and I lock I'm on top giving face, give me your fucking props
Man I gotta be the realest ever hands down, hands up
He no bounce back from 10 felonies You do that now and you doing life I can say that now No trusting the game, most thieves is busters Don't be no sucker, you better be Quick decisions, fall back one time Y'all gotta prove nothing, just prove you're smart I'm a push that hard line, I'm a wear regardless Feel like a real don, keep it on
Never floss to my family, always keeping silent Before I rock too steady, blocks is heavy Got a bird on my back and it ain't dropped already Got a bird in my house and I keeps it ready Ain't talking about food I make it spaghetti Ain't trying to be rude but you niggers is lame Got a pistol on my arm, I take your ass on a date, bitch
Man I gotta be the realest ever hands down, hands up
Compositor: Brandon Christopher Mccartney ECAD: Obra #47537486