I Got This

[Hook] I got this, I got this I'm the key to the game, I'm the locksmith My name they keep on mentionin Pay attention when I drop this I got this, I got this The whip gone wild, its topless My name I hear them mention it Pay attention bitch, I got this One for the money Two for the show Three for the whip with the suicide doors I got this, I got this Better tell them hoes I got this One for the lyrics Two for the spirit Three for the ones that still can't hear it I got this, I got this Somebody tell them boys I got this [Verse 1] This year, I climbed a mountain Felt like all the times I rhymed about them Spread my wings, but I'm fly without them Raps doctor, Like I am house when I give the game open heart surgery Cause it lacks heart, to me thats emergency Wheres the De La Souls? Wheres the Rakims? Wheres anybody worthy of the top ten? Well look no further then the mirror itself They say I'm cocky, shit, are you hearin' yourself? Your inferior to me Cause I say what you can't say in fear of your own insecurities And I got none, but I got this Nobody care whats in yo pockets Rap turned to some one dimension shit And everybody scared to mention this [Hook] [Verse 2] I ain't sayin that its wrong to rap about cars And the clothes and the hoes but what am I supposed To do, rap about that all the time Nobody wanna stop it, the job is mine They sellin fake images, we ain't buyin' Rappers gettin lazy, they ain't tryin' Nowadays, man I barely like to listen Wheres the rappers at that wanna fight the system The KRS's, The Chuck D's The ones who ain't rappin for publicity The ones who ain't afraid to hit a lick with me Two of yall went and turned straight bitch to me Fuck Oppression too, and the rest of you I'll show you what this damn smith-n-wesson do Try to use me to get yourself a couple views Keep it going, playboy, you'll meet the fuckin noose [Hook] [Verse 3] Mary jane fills my inner chambers So I remain calm and hold back my anger In rap I'm startin' to feelin like I'm a stranger I'll drop wack rappers somethin' like remainders I ain't worried bout droppin bangers None of yall had your life in danger So ima get lyrical, perform miracles Christ I'm good, man it might of been in that manger Rest in peace to the rap game I'm too dope, I belong in the crack game I hear what you talkin and thats lame And don't dare come round here to ask names I'm Con bitch, who the fuck is you Better recognize my southern roots Better recognize I speak the truth When I say we got no love for you [Hook]