Take Off, Pt. 2

Ay, don't you get it fucked up, ****

This ain't the first one, ****

This that "Take Off", part two, motherfucker

A street anthem, ****

Y'all **** better see about this young ****, dog

The streets told me y'all can't fuck with me, dog

I'm not no lyrical ****, dog

I done tell you what's going with me, ****

I'm still here, ****, seven indictments later

I don't owe a **** shit, **** ain't never gave me a favor

Done ran through my share of hoes and seen my share of paper

My brothers told me from prison it was gonna get greater later

That 745, ****, I bought it for you haters

So many dead homies, can't count them on my fingers

So many of my **** in Feds, it'll take too long to name them

If you a fuck ****, you some kids and man, I don't claim you

Fuck what it look like, ****, I'm a real **** from all angles

You one of these fuck **** who don't like Plies? Well, I don't blame you

But if I was broke, pussy ****, you will love me ainna

I work for a millionaire, managed by a killer

They say that apple fall too far away from the tree, ****

I'm a hundred percent real ****, mean it don't get no realer

I don't give a fuck, I could care less 'bout being the best rapper

The most respected by the streets, ****, is what I'm after

Ain't been to the motherfucking studio in five months

Last time Slip-n-Slide seen me, I was in my dump

Next time they see me, I park my 745 in the front

I could drop a motherfucking classic whenever I want, ****

I don't really do this shit, homie

I fucks with this rap shit every now and then, homie

The streets just told me I was that motherfucking ****