
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this The motherfucking really want me to stop it You better make me, make me, make me All black pimps driving black Mercedes Ride around town with my shit all creaky Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve Riding on the train when I couldn’t buy a coupe I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop Digging in the crates I’m just tryin' to find a loop Then I rhyme over your head like I’m trying to design a roof You only get one shot, I’m the type to shoot No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop I’m a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen I ain’t dissing but this is constructive criticism You been rapping all your life my nigga I think it’s time to drop the mic my nigga I ain’t wanna knock advice So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage I drop the mic my nigga See I’m out on boxing life And I won’t throw in the towel And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this The motherfucking really want me to stop it You better make me, make me, make me All black pimps driving black Mercedes Ride around town with my shit all creaky Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me Ain’t no quitter any bullshitter, Any forfeiter in me if I’m chasing more benjies Please don’t continue, it’s the poor nigga in me Waging a war against pennies If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me So much game in the hood I’m observing plenty from OG’s As I reach in I pour some in here In a cup, It’s Pac and Eminem It’s against all odds And I don’t give a fuck man, I don’t give a fuck Yeah that’s what’s up I slap hands with Hove I gave dept to Pov I got game from Russel I think that’s enough motivation And never let succes pass me up Master P told me, keep both feet in the game Inspiration came from too many people to name Now that I’m up yeah I got to keep it the same I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this The motherfucking really want me to stop it You better make me, make me, make me All black pimps driving black Mercedes Ride around town with my shit all creaky Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me
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