Grata Lata

[Hook:] I don't have to blow the gate I get greater, later I'm all about my paper, so fuck you haters I'm trill in my build, you could never, ever Ever, ever, ever, get on my level [Verse 1:] They convinced that I ain't got no fuckin' chance to blow Like my CD ain't been bumpin', pimpin', since 2004 Watch me go and get it out the air, call me T-O When it come to Superbowls, I Patriot on the Eagles Watch me come and snatch a pass Cause you buckle under pressure like your last name was McNabb Leave you on a fuckin' stretcher, 'specially if you actin' bad Try not to play me like a pussy Cause when I get motivated, I'm far from being gushy You're crooked, I'm a vet and I expect your respect (?) on your set, what you waitin' on (?) I proceed to bleed niggas for all that they got Take it back 400 degrees, hey my block is still hot What's the G code? (?) I came to break 'em The Eagles my amigos, yea, I came to take 'em And-1 like Paul Pierce, I came to shake 'em I live to sign another day I get greater later [Hook:] [Verse 2:] My shine, my grind, no time to lose I got 100 niggas with me and they ride in 2's If you wanna hate on the Krizzle, I'm slidin' through 22, we got that window she'll be slidin' through Don't get it twisted girl, won't hesitate to do you I'm a king in my town, motherfuck I choose to (?) Be a boss In my city not acknowledging losers Got a clique of gorilla niggas, leave you floatin' up sewers If you lame, young man, don't come to my set Out here, it's clear, I done gained respect Out here, can't nothing jeopardize my rep I'm 10 million nigga, homie go on and cut that check Record execs, lookin' for that pop-tart image But that Bow-Wow Chingy shit just ain't in me I'm a new brand of hustler, track star in me On the block runnin' streets, I'mma get that Emmy And you, you you niggas better grab them Oscars Cause actin' what you good at, thug impostors Ad-Libbin' all your life cuh, but my shit's real Say you go harder than me? Bitch you're not quite there I'mma show you the real on real and it's real That niggas ain't playin' no more with that steel The best advice for hothead niggas is just chill But that shit you sprayin' over a track gettin' you killed [Hook:]