Spartacus

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's do it Uh Journey these steps Tyrone Briggs's career Advise you adjust your lens if the picture ain't clear/ Hold up, wait for it, watch me get my cake on it Black cloud on my head, that mean that I'm brainstorming I came from the bottom, mom and dad had to hustle for rent If I scuffed my kicks, they would kick my ass off that money they spent Everything that I went through, I jot If not, then I ought to get lynched So these rap nigga's never take no shots Coach got 'em all warming the bench Take a look at the way I go hard Go hard without having to force it The way I set mics on fire, you'll think that Pepsi endorsed it Of course I'll put on for the city, show the world that I'm devoted In return, they'd rather body than to second that emotion Kill my vibe Guess that these niggas wanna keep me in the hood Where they hate from afar, never show love Bunch of niggas giving fake daps, fake hugs In the cut with a dutch, ask if you smoke bud Putting dust in the blunt, tell you smoke that, smoke that Put you in a V and put it right under your seat While they're working for police, tell you, "Hold that, hold that" I ain't gotta say, shorty claiming you're her boo, fucking every other dude That's a known fact, know that We talk with vanity, we talk but can it be Reason? They seem to depart humanity Speak as we peeps, that's retard, insanity Real recognize real and we far from family Feet and my hands, throat in they neck Either they break it or show me respect Kicked to the curb, showed me neglect 'Til I hitchhiked my way to the road of success Keeping my promise, put on for my set Indeed I'm promised, they know I'm a threat (Ahh) With this music, all true shit Trying to go from criminal to legit Doing everything they said I couldn't Trying to show that they new shit's bullshit It's S.I.N.Y, east coast shit Show 'em how the brother from east coast get Paying my dues, came out of the blue like a gat popping, flag dropping east coast Crip I get critiques from the public, they always think that I'm on But the city won't appreciate nothing until I made it and gone How could you appreciate Jesus if you were raised on Qurans? How could you appreciate Jordan if you was raised on Lebron? We're two different cultures, different time zone I was raised in the era Wu got on Big and Pac really died in my time zone Jigga and Nas kept it alive in my time zone My zone's pretty evident, carried this broad We call the game, I'ma carry the torch My comps irrelevant, feel like it's heaven sent Feel like God's saying it's practically yours Guess I gotta show 'em how I spit it how I live it And I live it to the limit Ain't nobody gonna trust me when I twist shit up Ain't no competition with the rapping, I treat it like a wet napkin how I rip shit up Ain't nobody really gonna spit like us Lames they ain't really try to change in the game 'til I came in the door Kid spitting out that raw If this rapping was a race, nigga, eat my dust Fall back, watch a nigga heat shit up Ride with a nigga to S.I., ain't no lie That I shine on a nigga when I rhyme You can put an OG in his prime He ain't fucking with that Tah, nigga, nah I'ma go get the pump You don't want the kid, go and pop that trunk Coming at the kid, get smoked like a blunt I'ma get 'em for they goods when I blow past, one