Dirtiest Ways

[Verse One] Yo I think it's 'bout time that y'all learned to behave Ever since I found the mic been settin' verses ablaze Burnin' through these notebooks, I'm turnin' the page And any word that I utter is just dirt on your grave You got the dirtiest ways, how I heard that you hated And never heard of your name? In a hurry to say it And then you scurry away, I'm just earnin' the payment To take a birdie to David's I'm speakin' German to bankers And gettin' Euros exchanged Yo you might've observed that this the life that I earned With every verb that I write I got 'em bitin' the curb From the heights to the burbs, I know they like what I'm servin' Cause every day is my best and every night is your worst You can't say it ain't hard without tryin' it first I'ma save for her car yo you can buy her a purse Homie takin' my bars, that's like lyin' in church I'm boutta aim for the stars and say goodbye to the Earth [Verse 2] Yo I think it's 'bout time y'all alerted the press Seems like every new verse is a personal best Get dirty with them pens but I write cursive on checks Must be the birth of a legend or one returned from the dead Why you worried and stressed? Say you ain't burdened with debt And I know it hurts to pretend that you ain't nervous and threatened Because I'm surgin' ahead, and they be urgin' me "yes" It's time to earn some respect, and I'ma work for my checks I'ma current event, I bet your girl know my name Standin' tall through the bull, I'm Larry Bird in the paint Drivin' city to city I'm 'bout to circle the state And whenever I spit it they think it's worthy or praise Maybe the Benjamin's can reverse my mistakes I'll never turn on my friends and I'll never turn 'em away ...it's a bird it's a plane I fell asleep at the pen, and then swerved in your lane Better keep your hand on that emergency brake It's time to trade in the car, I got a hearse with your name on it You can purchase today, I'm 'bout to murder the game And when they don't come into work I'll be the person to blame The greats would stir in their graves, if they heard the debatin' I know you love bein' loud though I prefer when you ain't Only do it to hide, beneath the surface you fake And that's a curtain of shame which I am certain will fade But I'm as real as they come and I'm determined to stay it