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