08 Something Else (Rough DrafT)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: C-$tacks] Y'all know who I am, bitch I ain't no John Doe Big Baller mothafucka, you cancallme Lonzo People staringat me and I'm like "shitwhat you want tho" I ain't your average rapper, but I'm bout to drop a bomb yo Bout to kill the song tho, hearing this it's over Swerving in your lane and there ain't nobody doper Just another smoker, light that shit up Pass that shit to me so I can write this shit up And I'm ashing with this gas, and then I'm off to write a verse Preaching to the masses oh just how I put in work And I'm laxing in my Camry, still the freshest on this earth (skrrtt) Oh tell me why you laughing when you driving in a hearse? How you gonna hate it when we from the same turf? Don't be mad cause I be chilling when you're on your way to work Get ya money, go beserk, I be controversial Man that's to easy, freak your style with no rehearsal And my flow is astronomical, you nice as me that's comical I'm jiving with my turkey's and my drink is tasting tropical The team yeah we unstoppable, I'm romping on these obstacles And it ain't optional, oh the kid he's just phenomenal Hear my problems yo, all this shit I'm seeing in the game Talking bout, all these wannabe hims, man that's fucking lame I'm just tryna chill, do my thing, smoke my weed I got m's in my bank account, like, yes indeed It's the dash, the digi, my schedule ain't busy You can slide thru, I can sneak you through the chimney They like who the fuck is he? But they know that they feel me And if my mom hears this shit man I think she might kill me Okay $tacks but on the real g, how you know this shit gon work out I don't know man, I just do it, my rhymes will never burn out So let's battle, getcha words out and I'll show you how it's done I'm the mothafucking killa man, I always been the one [Interlude: Littlefinger] It's flattering really, you feeling such dread at the prospect of me getting what I want. It doesn't matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else [Verse 2: D-Money] Uh I gotta chest full of the best from the Midwest I invest a little time before my goddam death I smoke purple every breath, what did you expect? I gotta puff it like a train so I can cope with the stress My name is D E R E K So fuck em when they say that I can't rap about the game I do this everyday, mothafucka I'm lifted Got a couple xannies in my system, kid is drifting We clueless students sipping juice and other various fluids And they tell me I shouldn't do it I'm sick of stupid excuses Here to stay, get used to it, pig's fly when my crew is losing I skrt up in that fusion, you know them women start choosing Country club living, but I listen to that hip hop Nastier than pimples you gon love it when this shit pop Game is on the line and you know I be making big shots But I just don't worry bout too much, cause my shit hot So I'm gonna sit back, while it fall into place I don't fuck with cliquey mothafuckas cause they two-face Don't tie knots with women cause I ain't a fucking shoelace Keeping this shit underground like my name is Hussein I putting gashes in this beat, my knife is bloody I fuck around with rap just like an egg of silly puddy You girl keep acting slutty, don't forget you ain't my buddy I forgot about last night, my memory's a little fuzzy But wait, wait, wait, this is catastrophe I got two mad women coming after me I point the finger, but the finger pointing back at me I cover up that shit with lies and call it blasphemy I need a pastor plea, where is my savior? One of these days you gonna see me in the papers Imma get a label, you won't know what to say Other than shit I was hating that kid the other day, uh