[Verse 1]
Look I'm on a war path
Tell the opposition
Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions
But keep the hate coming
I love the criticism
But understand I'm successful by my own admission
I never had s***
But a bad b****
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head n**** from jerz I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Teamed up with the classics
Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it
Maybe n***** thought my knees gonna buckle
Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle
Got more now then them few g's when I hustle
Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you
But s**y lady it was nice to know you gotta move on
They can't c**** my armor a n**** to strong
I think n***** is shady but the proofs gone
I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned
[Verse 2]
I tried to told dudes way back in 02
That eventually the game would go back to being soul food
I mean soulful while everything is woeful
I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool
But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
Fell the f*** off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess n**** pumped sense in him
They when in pumped slugs in my little brother
But dog I still love little brother
This other guy ain't know whose dude
Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth
How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear
Heclif ain't scared of the old me
The nerve of the young fork
Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe
n**** bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his d*** and won't come dope
They stringing you along
Don't take it and try to jump rope
Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory
Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry
[Verse 3]
Mic check
I need it to be known
I'm grown
I'm on some next s***
I'm thinking oil money, Texas
Not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did
Music with a message
But I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
n***** laughed at her
Now she things she got some self worth because her a**' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
n**** call you out your name mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
Maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole
I'm gone
Look I'm on a war path
Tell the opposition
Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions
But keep the hate coming
I love the criticism
But understand I'm successful by my own admission
I never had s***
But a bad b****
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head n**** from jerz I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Teamed up with the classics
Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it
Maybe n***** thought my knees gonna buckle
Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle
Got more now then them few g's when I hustle
Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you
But s**y lady it was nice to know you gotta move on
They can't c**** my armor a n**** to strong
I think n***** is shady but the proofs gone
I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned
[Verse 2]
I tried to told dudes way back in 02
That eventually the game would go back to being soul food
I mean soulful while everything is woeful
I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool
But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
Fell the f*** off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess n**** pumped sense in him
They when in pumped slugs in my little brother
But dog I still love little brother
This other guy ain't know whose dude
Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth
How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear
Heclif ain't scared of the old me
The nerve of the young fork
Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe
n**** bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his d*** and won't come dope
They stringing you along
Don't take it and try to jump rope
Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory
Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry
[Verse 3]
Mic check
I need it to be known
I'm grown
I'm on some next s***
I'm thinking oil money, Texas
Not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did
Music with a message
But I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
n***** laughed at her
Now she things she got some self worth because her a**' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
n**** call you out your name mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
Maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole
I'm gone