I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
weak s*** that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a f***
I hate the weak s***, man it be f***** with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
But until I fall off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a n**** like me
I feel like I'm trapped in the m*********** cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack
And I don't give a f*** what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
n***** don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more n***** than cee-lo
We might just b**rush your set
Me AND my n***** on the real mic check
Like my n**** Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my n**** Wessun
And my n**** Five from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, b**** yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a slave
weak s*** that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a f***
I hate the weak s***, man it be f***** with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
But until I fall off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a n**** like me
I feel like I'm trapped in the m*********** cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack
And I don't give a f*** what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
n***** don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more n***** than cee-lo
We might just b**rush your set
Me AND my n***** on the real mic check
Like my n**** Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my n**** Wessun
And my n**** Five from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, b**** yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a slave