Take care

[Verse 1: Oktane] How you feel about it? Nothing's real about it Man these rappers can't rap As soon as you ask 'em to rap They gon' pull out their phone or look back at they’re pack like "attack” What the fuck they 'bout to do for you, my nigga Get a bar life or get a clue, my nigga No more booze or women for these quote unquote rappers Until they start tellin' the truth my nigga Ain't no game, ain't no scrimmages I done came face to face with these images That's a lot different that what they present to kids I think them Benz’s ain’t rented Look at'em, them Benz’s ain’t tinted You don't really get it You just pump fake and they jump to the ceiling You get off your pivot When that lane get open you lay up and dunk it That's why it’s bumpin' Let me tell you something, boy, here come that pressure I studied everyday and night, I stayed up late to write About everything from crazy nights to what ladies like If I rhyme a word I ain't say it twice So if you play I pray you nice The kings are here, the weed is lit, the seats are taken Everybody awake? Then cool let 'em know You got two young players that ain't scared of you I take care of you [Verse 2: Price] Dearly beloved I'm clearly disgusted The game need some adjustments If they ain’t talkin' pack flippin', rack strippin', or bustin' Then they ain't talkin' about nothin' There’s sadly a shortance on substance They rather subtweet I was raised on Rakim, E-40, and WC Redman, Method Man, and Bun B Used to write to 50 Cent's "In Da Club" beat Wishin' I had a shot, I ain't never have a pops So I got top country grammer seen Nelly on top And I knew that I had to pop See Luda had me throwin' them 'bows B.G. and Turk had me rockin' Girbaud’s Master P had a gee ‘bout it fa' sho' And Fabolous had me in love with the hoes I just wanted to flow in a cypher or a booth Rap on a stage or in my room Man, I just wanted to give 'em truth The same truth Snoop gave on Gin and Juice The way I feel about the game I'd offend a few But so what? This my shit And it's a lot I can’t vibe with With lyrics you can understand voices all high pitched So call “rappin" man That shit need to die quick Open your eye lids My music lovers, we need your help Don't cheat yourself, treat yourself My mama told me the only way that I can lose is if I beat myself So you can suck right beneath my belt For misusing what saved my life Like Dre ain’t raised you right Like Missy ain’t make you hyped Like Outkast wasn’t nationwide But soon, they’ll be sayin’ "Thank you, Price" For taking care [Cypher: Kent M$ney] Respect over everything Rubberband wedding ring Forever gon' hold the hustle down Puff a pound with laughter Ain’t no other sound neither Keep a smile seeded Good vibe like granny cooking on Sundays Chasin' billboards with bills on the board, but someday But some say I’m a genius Got a nact for these words Greatest ever Forever meaning dude keep track of these verbs Let ‘em sleep on Brand, not bland through any season Keep on, unlike like clothes on bitches for money reasons Learn what level you on, get back to me nigga Quick jab, black yo eyes Usher and faculty nigga You know I love to make dollas only if it makes sense Cop a ticket, hit a country Where the people ain’t tense I’m convinced, I ain’t really me no more Gettin’ better by the day, young kimo flow Free no goal, that work mean to him no budge No quality to where you grind at Free to move but your Mind Trap nigga!