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My Niggaz
- My niggaz didn't think I was gonna make it, Self proclaimed king, With a crown
- They wanna take it, And break it, To better themselves, I got love for you guys
- But I ain't supporting nobody else, Besides my moms, pops, grandma, grandpa and family on the block
- I came onto the game, With no fame to my name, And niggaz still question whether he lame or not
- I ain't dick riding, Bitch stop, If you wack, You wack, Ain't nothing I can do about that
- All I know is where I'm at, And where I wanna be, My family asked who you wannabe
- The next Kendrick, Cole, Chance or great emcee, I said I wanna be myself, And nobody else
- I hate copycats, They like hood rats, Just copy and style to cop fitted caps
- But I'm different, I've known from the beginning, The girl I loved
- Was into too much sinning, Now I'm not saying I'm perfect, But she been with 9 other guys and don't deserve this
- Type if man, If bitches talk shit I don't give them backhand, I give shit back
- But the shit I give is truth, Not hate cause I'm, wack, And got a big back
- Or behind, Falling like work, I just needed more time, But time is money
- I spent it all on music its funny, It didn't get me paid, Or even laid
- But it gave me purposed, And helped keep reserved and shit
- My homies talk about a full clip, My Uncle shot that shit
- All up overseas, In the army, Back home he trained me, And my brother
- I love him like no other, We do tend to piss off each other, But we reconcile or say sorry before another
- Explosion, I felt like and implosion, Didn't have much for three years
- Not a home, But many tears, Not a friend, But many lived near
- It wasn't until I bettered myself, To the point where I ignore everyone else
- And do my own thing, Niggaz hate my style, If you loved the old me
- If you did, That's tough shit, Cause he dead and gone, Wasted in a bottomless full clip
- Spray from the hip, Revived through music, But not in a way many expect
- I seen my old teacher, What the fucks next, I see my old crush, She don't know nigga so keep it on the hush
- I wanted to get in the studio more than pussy, But my niggaz always wanted to get prematurely tipsy
- Don't bullshit me, I got skills, If you sick of hearing me tough shit I came to be ill
- You might overdose, Cause when I diss niggaz, An alarm goes off on the coast
- Cause a shark done left the ocean, With three hundred bodies floating
- Just like the massacre in Paris, You gone get mad at this, New Emcee
- Bigger than two Biggies, More ripped than 6 Pac's, And he had more pussy on his lips than Hova
- Nigga stop, And just play it down, That's from the lips of my friends right now
- Hating on my lyricism, I tell you what, You beat me in a battle and I'll lose my socialism and activism
- Status, You couldn't beat me don't be a hater, Or a bitch
- Nothing more worse than when your nigga start to snitch or talk shit
- Not to mention they wack, Saying I got writtens nigga go back
- Because you couldn't write raps if it was a direction
- You couldn't stand up for me if you were an erection
- Staring at a butt naked Shanae, With the moves like Jagger dancing to all day
- And that's the truth, Straight from the booth, And in my youth
- Nigga I'll kill you, If I have to, I let a bullet go through me first though
- To see who's tough and a ho
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