Plug

Yeah Minus in the place to be Riding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission I can tell you what it is, but you'll probably think it isn't Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching I'm the plug, motherfucker Good God almighty, I done put shit in my body That was toxic, kamikaze got me riding Like I'm looking for a death wish, breathlessness, a zombie I be on your neck, bitch, I'm a threat, tú no sabes mi problemas Got these vendettas, they done copied everything From the flow to the bio in the lobby of my website At the headlight, they be knocking with a lead pipe 'Til they dead like they ain't walking, go to bed like red light Sleeping at the wheel, they ain't fucking with me still When I put them in, feels like some headlights I can see these dirty motherfuckers making deals On the back of hard work that I would build, I was there like I could recognize what it is, it ain't hard to really tell who's a snake And I'm reminded by the smell right (yeah) I was really in the field putting pressure to the hills These motherfuckers knowing I was damn right Dropping on these bitches like Geronimo Tenfold listeners, I gotta go Tell me it's improbable, but I ain't got a problem with it As long as I got a percentage Believe me I know that it's possible, uh I been talking shit on the back nine Knowing I'ma sleep the opposition like it's nap time They don't like me as a competition for the fact I Put them in the coffin, it was awkward, I was that guy Riding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission I can tell you what it is, but you'll probably think it isn't Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen, ah Grinding in the trenches, sitting with my henchmen It's not a intervention, it's daily in my instinct You niggas all playing, this shit is all planned Switching blog brands, division broadband I don't do the hurting, see my own blood run out I just do the verses 'til my bone thugs come out Neck to neck on records with Shady, Royce is nice You neck to neck with necklaces made of moist and ice No-fly zone, nigga don't play yourself Or you and your guys going home on conveyor belt Get a barcode for the ants in the rat race Trading y'all souls for advances in cachet All men wanna stand on ten toes Who's asking folk ain't your kinfolk Everybody ain't praying for the info Everybody ain't playing with the insults It's my time, niggas better tell these cowards White light nigga, these the petty hours Side eye niggas out to Eddie Bauer Looking like Freddie Gibbs on a set of Power I took a few hits, took a nigga missus You went and took a shit looking in her mentions Getting riches, took it with a tipping Point is, my point is, I'm cooking in the kitchen Riding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission I can tell you what it is, but you'll probably think it isn't Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen, ah