Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyrone Briggs] Uh True lyrics and true art As far as it sets out, homie, I play a true part 'Cause I'm [?] side don't mean you'll pull that Woo card I must be [?] bein' compared to you, God The making of a legend I came in with respect, now I can make it any second So close to my success, I could pull out a pen and blow up In a matter of seconds with no grenade in my possession I say it and I meant it, I ain't one of them dudes To rap on what I got 'less I mentioned what I been through Y'all fabricate a lot, can't tell on who was who I'm watchin' squares, switchin' your colors quicker than a Rubix cube Ironically, ain't in track of the time I speak what's on my mind, ironically, it just happеned to rhyme You at your peak, but honеstly, you ain't captain like I You got some heat, but honestly, what is that to LeBron? Savage lines, think you [?]? Think you rhymin' greater? Your numbers will always be under mine, you denominator I'm talkin' 'bout ramblin'-ass niggas The opp-record-but-nobody's-hearin'-it-ass niggas You scared to be yourself so you jackin' niggas for bars Even takin' punches from girls, Charles Hamilton-ass niggas Special dude, very blessed with it [?] y'all are sceptical with dollar Perry sex [?] [Verse 2: Squeegie O] I spit sicker than y'all boot lickin' dick niggas Mitt Romney taker than the himey-ass snitch niggas I been in pussy since Fuma had the cheater Y'all faggots' wife into groupies, y'all just into beaver I punch through the speaker, and piss on the adjective Y'all average niggas spittin' on some average shit, cut it out Juicy J fucked the ratchet bitches, they just give me head I'd rather fuck a midget so she call my dick the super leg Staten Island Superman, but I'm immune to Kryptonite [?] the track, that's why I comes back, y'all ain't hittin' right I feel my [?] so please get the fuck off them It takes years of groomin' your style to do this awesome shit Even Deebo got knocked the fuck out Stop playin' with them young boys and sit the fuck down I've been sittin' on my own brain, writin' suicidal shit That make these wack niggas take heed, ain't go and try the shit How [?] so piss off, y'all [?] Y'all not about shit so why the fuck is you here for? Talkin' all that nonsense, oh, now you're makin' non stretch But ain't never bust your own gun that make time sweat I'm so sick of y'all industry niggas Give me a second, play luke cang and finish you niggas There's a reason I play humble in my interviews, nigga 'Cause I ain't tryna sell my soul like the rest of these niggas Nigga