Lyrics

[Intro: Young Noble] Yeah... Young Nobe', third eye view 'Preciate you niggas for tunin' in man My Makaveli live on, Killa Kadafi live on Hussein Fatal live on, Big Syke live on I'ma just one take this joint, no ad libs no stoppin' No none of that shit, listen [Verse 1: Young Noble] When these rappers start fallin' they either start hatin' or bloggin' Tell you to ya face, homie face it, you garbage Pay homage, talkin' down on my folks But no matter what these rappers do the don still a goat What's beef? Beef is a Instagram post these days Whole rap game done turned into a jokе Supposed to be O.G.'s actin' worse than thе kids do Damn shame youngin's got nobody to look up to Tried to show 'em better I survived what I've been through 'Cause what I've been through, yeah it probably would've killed you Real life bars no publicity stunts When you authentic in yo' spirit you just gotta show up Yeah they hate that, this outlaw spirit, you can't break that This type of dedication or hustle you can't fake that Shake that black cloud they wanna see us stuck up under It's like they hate that I'm focused and still doin' numbers Vacations over seas last twenty summers These niggas mad 'cause they can't take nothin' from us Tryna say we still eatin' off the don's shit I just laugh, they don't know the math I've been signed to myself since the year twothousand By twothousand and one, touched my first million Since then been droppin' every year most consistent Fuck a major label did it all independent We own our own masters, haters I ain't mad at y'all Every thirty days I get paid from my catalog Shout out to Ghazi this outlaw empire Take it back to 96 shit I've been fire "Bomb First", "Hail Mary", "Life Of An Outlaw" Baby girl I'm still "Just Like Daddy" And this new generation of suckas is unhealthy They don't want money, they just wanna take a selfie Social media thugs, attention whores Keep all wars, they don't come outside no more Yeah we cut from that cloth they don't make no more Enough of this fake shit, I can't take no more Fuck around and retire, the game don't deserve me All this game I've been givin' these niggas they ain't worthy Still got riders from Compton to Jersey Catch that nigga slippin' they gon' do his ass dirty No warnin's, no tweets, no diss records Move in silence, these niggas got snitch jackets Alertin' their boys every time they get online Fake beefin' makin' a lot of noise They just leavin' bread crumbs for the hip hop cops So when them shots pop, they already know who to watch The game tricky, they wanna trick me out of my spot I've got a third eye view I sit back and I plot On my next lick you bumpin' this I'm finishin' my next shit On my Makaveli shit, plottin' my exit The best shit, outlawz we do this shit wit' substance Hundred years from now they still gon' bump this That's one take nigga Yeah... Outlaw...