Hittin' targets like a sharpshooter
Hittin' your chest like some harsh
Why you runnin' from the truth?
You ain't gunnin' with troops,
Bumpin' your gums in the booth
What happened to the hardness?
the culture is dying fast
Don't want no part of this
I reconstruct and I recreate
Simple pleasures like beats
I mastermind with the classic lines
All the rappers are looking way
Violence, wildin', whatever they know
It's more than a spin of a wheel
And my take is of the hugest amount
All you obsolete dudes could bounce
Cause I gotta do my thing and get my dough
I only wanna touch this mic, forget these hoes
I gotta rep these streets and
Anyone that gets in the way must pay a fine
I gotta do my thing and get my dough
I only wanna touch this mic, forget these hoes
I gotta rep these streets and
I ain't come for conflict, I came for fun
Rather tame these chicks than
Gucci, see it's close to two
You got a lot to say about
I ain't jokin', so listen
Come to my class so I can sun you real fast
You think you stuntin' with cash?
Smoke you like butts with hash
When I speak, suckers hit the deck
Glamorous, elegant ladies
Not too much remains of the ones
Talking smack, even worse than a groupie
that bullshit don't move me
Cause I gotta do my thing and get my dough
I only wanna touch this mic, forget these hoes
I gotta rep these streets and
Anyone that gets in the way must pay a fine
I gotta do my thing and get my dough
I only wanna touch this mic, forget these hoes
I gotta rep these streets and
Anyone that gets in the way
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