Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, look [Verse] Niggas scary, got 'em parryin' GRIPPER, man, this shit ain't really fair, you took it there again Heavy is the crown, shit I'm wearing it with arrogance You say I remind you of who? The comparison's embarassin' I'm–, look, I done seen niggas come up, I done seen 'em plummet I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit Seen rappers claim they from that zone And niggas from that hood sayin' they can't come back home And if you do, yo chain, yo watch, nigga run that, homes Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts, that .30 on me Niggas round my way, can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry They did my nigga, Sm00vе so queasy, that shit hurt, it haunts me I'm screamin', "Free my cousin, Yam," damn, word to Auntiе I remember days we were broke as fuck And posted up in them extended stays Rock one pair of jeans so many times, I made the denim fade Started putting pen to page, takin' chances for some winnin' plays Lord, forgive me for my sinnin' ways In the bars, MMA, they got Em amazed Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' with the renegades Still gon' mix the Henny with the lemonade Niggas still afraid, niggas been afraid And I'm still posted on Columbia, totin' shit to tumble ya I told ya, it's the jungle, huh, still Feel like I got everythin' to prove and they still Feel a way they never see me lose, nigga, still Spit for niggas huggin' the block, nigga, still Still don't got no love for a opp', nigga, still Feel like I got everything to prove, nigga, still Feel a way they never see me lose, nigga, still Spit for niggas huggin' the block, nigga, still Still don't got no love for a opp' I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen Snakes slitherin' in high grass, they runnin' the scheme I ain't let nothin' bypass or come in between And now it's lookin' thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez Hah, these niggas my son and that ain't a term of endearment Niggas threw dirt at me, I still grew vertically I know it hurt 'em to hear it Fuck all the courtesy, I need a thirty piece or it ain't worth an appearance The hoes that was curvin' me hit me up urgently 'cause of the German I'm steerin' I made my passion my purpose, these niggas cap in they verses Buddy ain't 'bout that shit and he nervous IDFT was just scratchin' the surface Shit a classic, but rap ain't deserved it Got my feet planted flat on the pavement Still that nigga that rapped in the basement Guess I gotta go back to the basics