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Featuring Sample from "Rocky"

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Shout to all my fans, glad I can aspire y'all

Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more

You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall

But even my writers block ends in a fire war

Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts

If they ran shit why it wont show up in they track records

How can the critics ever hear me and say imma suffer

How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other

Choppers over the booth, ready for Primetime

Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind

Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme

Be competitive coke heads and go line for line

Honestly that crap is yours, you should rap alone

With me they getting genius bars without the Apple store

Under the microscope I rebottle scrutiny

If I'm to be compared its only to who I used to be

Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover

This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers

Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her

See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to fuck her

No pencil thin bitches, me that aint the style he dates

Mine sit on the bed and leave the imprint of a smiley face

Introduce the new comers to my habitat

That comes before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath

Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one

But you'll ultimately end up in the same place

So I tell inspiring artist "think beyond grater"

I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper

But better living some be earned never fed or giving

So I traded my recognition instead for a vision

They always told me that ill end up dead or in prison

Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping

at the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone

Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans

I always managed to do better when his doubts shown

Ill teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones

Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor

They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler

Where im from niggas would fear getting shrunk by shooters

But my equals to dumping rugers is being done by computers

I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto

Give them substance but every words like it's a hallow

My niggas off parole so I give them something pure to follow

Cuz he aint have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle

I come from where so many people where raised with neglect

Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest

All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test

Which makes me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct