K-I,
Roll 2 L's,
A-K in the back of the truck,
PLAYA WHAT?!!
Im remarkable, fall back I start to chill
Wack rappers Im sure to kill
Plus you know Im worth a deal,
Better yet im worth a mill,
I'll take it in cash,
Cuz I wont have a record label rapin' my ass
And I watch my surroundings
Whose close around me
Whose kept it real and whos tried to clown me
Who tried to fake it, didn't think I'd make it
Now they hearin this shit and they prolly goin ape-shit!
K-I til the day I die
And Imma leave you on the ground if you aint gon ride
Cuz Im sick of this bitch shit
Homies got "balls" how the fuck they bein "bitches"?
And Im about to rip shit
Get this, I came in the game it was different,
Lyrics had meaning and songs were uplifting
Check this, nowadays its about bullshittin
Got me so sick, I was sayin "fuck spittin"
A hot "16" can only get you so far
And honestly Im tryna "get-a-head" like a "blow job"
So fuck sittin around and waitin for shit
Gotta be in the lab, pen and a pad makin a hit
I only get better, ya heard it before
But like Biggie Smalls did, Imma "kick in the door"
Make my own path, lay down adversaries
Raps undertaker,its my job I have to bury
These wack MC's, six feet below
And lifes a hustle, you can be a pimp or a hoe
And Im far from both, but observe the growth
As I spit this shit, my souls comin out my throat
Comin from the heart, aimin at the charts
Its kinda hard to swim when you surrounded by sharks
Imma make it homie, if its against all odds,
So place your bets wack rappers but don't bet your day job
I aint responsible for outcomes possible
Such as rap careers that be layin in the hospital
that's what I'll do to it, leave it in a coma
Throw rocks at the throne then you receive a boulder, its OVER