Lytskin

Lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Event Announcer] I just want to say, I think umm. You know it's-it's-it's a great thing this is literally for everybody who like stays up at night and watches these shits; and you know pays attention and knows-knows-knows, every-everything in-and-out you know. This isn't for-for anybody else Let's uuhh, besides the past [?] battle. Which battle are you looking forward to the most? I'm sure everybody's excited to see what Daylyt's gonna be you know. Umm yeah umm [Verse: Daylyt] Have a seat, let 'em settle in, don't be scurred If this is just a settlement, then settle with thirds I sat up nights writing, don't get the credit I deserve I'm the one sending references, I'm who edit them words I don't ask to be credited, I just check for the debit deposit, observe While you sit and observe, I just service for all them platinum hits in the live jam You know, "Let There B Lyt" was God's plan You'd think I jot with God hands I was being a handyman, hamburger helper for the logo Jumped in the Meek beef just for the promo I guess this how the show go When you show low respect for those who respect and neglect you I was the first Adonis, I made you pop, you ain't tell the world who I was Stayed quiet, chillin', was mad but held back, ain't have the right feelings Just know, when they too fake, you right with 'em, don't write with 'em You tight with 'em, you stuck in the hype where they just tell you to type Don't get the invite to the mansion party, I see how did you do I had the location, got it from Nunu You asked me to come and battle at the function Don't fuck with the sunken place, it's just a taste, I ain't fuckin' with you Oh, we got some problems, told you I was working with XXX Don't reply to my texts Now that he died, I regret not sending a verse back, but what's even worse? You know who came and tried to murk that boy Oh, I'm talking too much trail that I'm walking too much See the youth die, that shit is sick they coughing too much Trolling so I can take control of the stalkers who stuck Algorithms down in my crowd decision notice all the trolls got big while my shit the lowest I'm superman to these bitches to get the attention, then I gotta save 'em That is why I behave dumb, that is why I became some type of internet clown Under the stairs they hate me for clowning But follow those with colorful hair 69 ways to block me was they being cocky I'm just too sick, dawg, the rabies done got me Scabies is hockey the babies in Watts see what I see Not an option think Of Watts see racks on racks keep it a stack at the top They keeping the black owned black plot Blacks don't rap about black owned stacked property Niggas dropping albums making cracks on pack poverty What's sad is the fans think it's a great song But why none of y'all helping out Akon? Light work for the homeland, you're probably in your mansion chopping lobster One trip back to the homeland, Waka Flocka Give it all back; chains, cars, all that Let a nigga see it's no slave ships, we Aborigine history Lies the mystery rise mister reading his books but reading still is the trap native is the tongue hung English, olde English we finding for tall cans Oh man, y'all meant evil Every nut felt different, God said he made all men equal Capital Steez, Prodigy, Triple X, Left Eye, ODB, The Anomaly Every nigga that spoke up for our people got a depot, home Depot Mexican I'm hoping it's work I have been too focused I'm ready to die for being outspoken, I'm conscious but still lockin' I'm crippled but still a stand up nigga without the crutches No marching with my hands up, tell my people "we better lift the cans up" To get rid of the cancer, It's he only answer, Iverson I have been surviving in the slum dodging rivals Who love thuggin', its crazy how the enemies is really my blood cousins My cousins bleed the same, we thugs from kids No matter how much you crippin', when you get shot you need blood to live It's vital, Fido dog will stay by the bodies Shorty load up the shottie one shot then we come up short Webster hall, don't expect to ball in the circle, the feelings arise, your homies'll hurt You see the curfew you get in your feelings niggas'll curve you You show your street side don't let beef slide, slippery cow on the East Side It's crazy how the East Coast love me but the east coasters'll slug me Killin' thugs in my circle show no pity, yo city go silly for color purple Get a glimpse, we cry in the purple rain Screaming that BZ really the Prince Believe me the prints He left in a BZ lot, we starvin' for leaders Left Bulimic Bulimia, see the kids throw-up signs We grow up fine on the grapevine When my partnas move, Chop got the tools It's ironic how when our cribs die we got the blues Well, Moby Dick thought killin' the livin' would get old Give praise to the bricks, it'll only leave you with missed goals The project, government profit off I forget Sharif was the prophet, Boyz n the Hood took Chris ball Menace II Society told the people to stop and start living good Y'all watchin' a movie but it was filmed inside my hood I seen Caine, Ziggy, and Durant ran the ally when D's came This ain't a hood movie, this was a true story A unit with the staircase felt this was a two-story, kids just building-up anger Hang with the niggas who hangout, in the hood, fly as a plane hanger Say the wrong word, you dead, niggas is playing hangman Stickin' around the bodies, do y'all see the stick in the ground? They kickin' us down, we wanna kick it, clickin' it on our own Pick up picket signs when they wrong Do we get the signs? This a sinus, you don't smell me Thinkin' it must stank, is this how it shall be? Is this how Michelle be Next to Obama? My mama next to my father? Please tell me, God, how could I focus in a broken home? Only way to get dough is if I broke in homes, back to Waka Flaka Oh, let's do it, my crew wit' it, I'm too legit Get down, your stomach a big round, a hula clip You ballin' but still get chopped thinkin' I'm new to this Spades was the card I played, gazed at the niggas since pickin' my friends I got friends in the Knicks, I wish we could kick it again When is shit finna stop? The plot is constipation The hood all stars, hood constellations To finish this all we need is God, who's patient? let's finish the conversation I am waiting for a hundred Grapes No more huntin' Grapes A hunnid Bounty Hunters, a hundred Grapes Nigga, remember they hung us, the real enemy is really amongst us We the monsters on lock, we just need to key-free the youngsters who are stuck in a box We get paired up wit' the energy, we come from the block We should square up with the enemies who stuck us in Watts Cocksuckers rushin' the cops, oh, don't cop-out Tell 'em Ca ca, tell 'em B-Dog If we all emerge the hood, then Watts'll evolve Big Wayne and Lil one Killa Twine and Wolfy, call the real ones Our fight ain't with each other, our fight is with all these pilgrims Respect in our hood, we gotta protect it Don't neglect the plot, it's negligent Higher ups gon' reject the block We don't show no respect to the other side but yet we respect the cops When they kill us We get mad and go kill our killers Deal our dealers' life for the drugs Drug us in cells for sellin' drugs on a cell Then we celebrate, screamin' "Free the homie" We should go free the homie from enemy lines We got many G's with the energy, insidious times See, we really lying to the higher-ups, Watts tower The wire stuck, the higher mention our priors, don't try your luck Don't pry us, it's just Richard Pryor, screen comedy The fable, they label me The Anomaly 'cause I'mma meet With all of the niggas the hood was tryna beef wit' If I am keepin' it real for Christ, then I'm just a black boy with light skin