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(Work hard!) Yeah Uh, it's amazing what I do on a verse Either dropping knowledge or sending niggas to the hearse I see your niggas coming close 'cause they're looking for dirt What's a brother to do? I join them in the search Dude asked me, "Do you want to battle Blaqbonez?" I told him, "I didn't come to battle, but on a real God knows" If it's on, it's on, I ain't raising no dust Lyrically obliterate every fucking rapper on your roster That night on the show was really eventful You told me I don't count 'cause I'm not successful? Let's break it down, how successful are you? Either you're playing dumb or your niggas don't tell you the truth 'Cause ten years before you got an almost hit I'm two years in, already on one of those seats Dealing with brands, making corporate money We talk sound, nigga, we didn't come to play dummy Plus your guys are egomaniacs Who won't let you shine without slotting their sorry asses Only you was popping, they dropped the LAMB project They became the topic, chook you for back pocket Check am well-well Why was it when you dropped BRIA that A-Q chose to respond to Fresh L? Okay, check this point of view Have you ever seen Top Dawg command Kendrick to leave an interview? But it happened to you before our very own eyes Be honest with yourself my nigga, bury those lies It's over, believe me, the scrolls have been written You've been praying to God and Jehovah's been listening But it's obvious he won't answer, even Cobhams has seen it Watch me whip like the guy who counts the votes at the senate When I reign, it pours, see how the whole cloud shifted Dope on the track like Marion Jones at Olympics The roles have been scripted, see the woes I inflicted I'll bag dad like Iraq, if your old man's vindictive Now who will do the honours Of getting you off the hook like Wale did to Tiara Thomas 'Cause I mean it's clear to see, boy you're inheriting enemies With that repetitive strategy peddling negative energy My pen game too elite for all you merry men Let it not be some average rappers that'd be stepping in Let it not be a pussy, I swear I'm not a gentleman But let it be Poe, let it be Tec, Ghost in his element Give it up for the Pan-African, man handling bars Pants sagging, on the microphone, I be peddling crack Hennessy here, but tonight I'm sipping water, I'm good Plus my girl thicker than cold peanut butter Look, wake everybody up, no sleeping Passionate about the culture, we the last of the Mohicans Don't be surprised if you ever see a ghost creeping I reached a breaking point, Tom Clancy, Ghost Recon Bar for bar homie, no tweeting You know the strong stay quiet while the weaklings do the most speaking I know peace is what the bro preaching But you're a dead man walking, best believe it that's your soul speaking I like my victims in groups, I'm taking each rapper Yeah, we don't pay to rap on beats, but we beat rappers If you see the beast, the prey isn't far Aye yo, M, please get these underage drinkers out the bar I see Blaq talking loose and Loose said he can't be cooked Q singing off beat like he Sam Cooke What? I'll go to war with the stars like I'm Darth Vader Forget my pen game, I'm coming with a sharp razor This is my true colour, can't be faded I smoke a lot, gambling with my health like a clinic out in Vegas I'm old school you know antiquated That's how it be when you grew around them shattas and you gang related You better duck when them shells ringing Now, this a Heist, more like Vector is the prof, and I'm Helsinki The hangman, I'm never losing the noose I'm sending caskets, y'all looking good in funeral suits Oh yeah, be careful what you choosing to booze You'll get hung from that bridge building bent over Suffering from a hangover Whoever's hurt, I don't pray for your healing A mercenary, you know I got paid to do the killing, it's done Uh, this is the tale of a fool Who's thinking how to make a name So he picks two letters then adopted King James And made it a good set up from a basketballer's name But how do you go from LeBron to becoming a chairman? This is insane Am I the only one seeing this shit is backwards? The whole thing is hard to grab, I swear this shit is cactus And I ain't even going hard yet, this here is practice You want to talk about the money, put a suit on a dummy and Real gees will still see that shit is backwards Your dumb fans are dumb sha Now watch two bars connect the chain reacting like Nunchuks To show your dumb fans are dumb sha I mean their chairman is panicking pushing buttons Like a rookie playing video games, he's thinking it's fun sha Until the men show you why the men na men No open letters, make I warm sha Henny upgrades you, doubled up, grade two Now you bite the fingers that fed you, you ungrateful I gave names benefits, Barry Lane's, Vader too You claim you had a budget that only favors your crew African rapper number one, my ass, boy the flavour left I don't care if you respect me, just don't you play yourself You made a cypher but my name started trending I retweeted and your claim started bending Forget the hard talk, everybody knows you soft For you, you think it's boxing, for me, I'm playing football And how are you a beast when you're the size of a chihuahua I'm King Kong in the city, ema ri wa teba wawa You told me to drop a joint, what's the point? If I cut my legs off you still wouldn't reach the point where my head is Lyricist on the roll multiple times on my Headies I don't hate Alté music people, boy their shit is heavy Your cypher art work had your soldiers in a blur My life is hard work, yeah my soldiers is my blood Them dey baff up for videos and e dey look nice (níbò) I pray say na the same thing when we see am for real life Rumour has it, you're a snake with a few rats We wrapping all around your heads, shege durag Was in New York rapping where Kahli Abdu at And Ice left you and became a cool cat You say you want the job at Henny, boy where your contract? They must have dropped the crap like your dumb raps You rep another but you still take Henny shots You're desperate, taking any shots Sit down!
Writer(s): Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Paul D. Salva Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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