Lyrics

Yeah I'm on my way back to the studio Gotta do some business like Rubio I feel like you're famous cause of who you know Like nobody knows your real name is Julio No cap it just ain't enough No cash think I'm getting stuck Every day I'm busy being in a rush Hustling so we don't have to take the bus I guess its time I gotta take a shot Most of these rappers faking when they acting tough They're talking about bitches that they haven't fucked Fake images everywhere nobody to trust And rap around here is just whack shit Except for michael he is mad shit I'd like to listen to the classics But you're getting record deals even when you are average It's tragic And I don't get it They keep on dropping trash like they planned it And that's something the people take for granted At this point I feel like that's too much to handle I'll be on the road showing my handles Ballin out man I'm on fire like some candles I fell like everybody is random If they go against us Tell these motherfuckers we gon be the greatest, yeah Tell these motherfuckers we gon be the greatest, yeah Don't call me if I didn't ask ya So busy I won't even answer And If you got something to say send me a letter But I'm not answering that shit if it don't matter Let's get a casket for everyone of these rappers I know that they prolly laughing But I would never be ashamed of anything that has happend Cause every hour in the studio has been like a lesson Right from the point where I was singing to the point where I'm rapping We out here clapping them asses Taking them back to their classes So we can lecture them on how you should be rapping for masses I cannot help but it's tragic Back then I have been an adict But lately I've been thinking rappers shouldn't get any credit And now you're asking for magic You're asking for shows Everytime we in the studio you're asking for more I'm mean who should I blame Yeah I'm mad with the flow If you hit 'em on the road Tell these motherfuckers we gon be the greatest, yeah Tell these motherfuckers we gon be the greatest, yeah I know too well we're above average Aint't arrogant, it's just a habbit We back here with another mad hit BG go show 'em the exit That's it
Writer(s): Maximilian Janner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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