everybody told me to be patient
but who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement
but jay man
satan tryin to block my shine like ray bans
haters never wanna see you bubble
they rather to see you struggle
thats life my n****
a lot of fakers in the place
were invited to taste
and told me right to my face yea thats tight my n****
you reppin that dirty south dog? iight my n****
but they wouldnt lift a finger
to light the incent/incense or let the smoke linger
i aint a hot boy but the flows jalapeno
im never yappin bout how the calico'll lean ya
magnolia crack soldier creepin on the come up
my grandmother wont leave the f***** projects i gotta raise the slum up
these nerds at record labels played me dumb and dumber
so i showed the industry my a**crack like a plumber
now a**cap bangin on my door like a drummer
the falls bout to put a period on the summer
but back to the point
they wanna see me f***** up, kicks scuffed up
layin back with a joint
they said good things come to those who wait
well i dont know about that
and if you cant feel this rhyme then sorry jack
you dont know about rap
and if you dont know struggle you dont know about black
and i dont give a f*** what bill cosby said
cuz the problem dont exist when bill cosbys dead
and i dont think the revelation from the supreme beings
residin or hidin out in bill cosbys head
this just the thoughts of a soldier
and if you dont like it play dead and roll over the game is so over
the reign is so over
but who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement
but jay man
satan tryin to block my shine like ray bans
haters never wanna see you bubble
they rather to see you struggle
thats life my n****
a lot of fakers in the place
were invited to taste
and told me right to my face yea thats tight my n****
you reppin that dirty south dog? iight my n****
but they wouldnt lift a finger
to light the incent/incense or let the smoke linger
i aint a hot boy but the flows jalapeno
im never yappin bout how the calico'll lean ya
magnolia crack soldier creepin on the come up
my grandmother wont leave the f***** projects i gotta raise the slum up
these nerds at record labels played me dumb and dumber
so i showed the industry my a**crack like a plumber
now a**cap bangin on my door like a drummer
the falls bout to put a period on the summer
but back to the point
they wanna see me f***** up, kicks scuffed up
layin back with a joint
they said good things come to those who wait
well i dont know about that
and if you cant feel this rhyme then sorry jack
you dont know about rap
and if you dont know struggle you dont know about black
and i dont give a f*** what bill cosby said
cuz the problem dont exist when bill cosbys dead
and i dont think the revelation from the supreme beings
residin or hidin out in bill cosbys head
this just the thoughts of a soldier
and if you dont like it play dead and roll over the game is so over
the reign is so over