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[Intro] Word son. It's like the rap game son it's all fucked up, nawmean? Suspect. Niggas either frontin' talking that super brick shit Nawmean, ever rapper sells bricks now, son? Or on the other hand you got these soft niggas, son Niggas look like females It's like there ain't no regular niggas still spittin' son It's all good though That's what I'm here for my nigga [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Hey yo, divine spit deadly with rhyme shit I'm about to change the climate, the people been blinded I find it suspicious ya'll niggas bustin' fictitious biscuits Up in magazines talking tough taking pictures Hold liquors, compose scriptures, yeah that's my steez Niggas never sold 20s but they rap out keys Your false perpetrating lifestyles of criminals Ya'll niggas never crush minerals into vials Multiple styles, open my files and analyze Soak it up speaking the truth ya'll fantasize True lies spit in disguise about pies That's your M.O., my observation know what I'm sayin'? Ya'll paint faulty images that start decayin' Dismissing all the legends, street shit that ya'll could pray in I'm full displayin' the livest lyrics known to man Sit back and take a swig, my real niggas understand [Hook] I ain't feeling these wack rap niggas They broke as fuck talking about they stack mad figures I ain't fucking with you lames Your music ain't hot so you start to drop names You wack rap niggas Never held a gun but you known to pull triggers I ain't fucking with you lames Tight pants and shirts, ya'll niggas dressed like dames [Verse 2] It's like the lyrical rapper has left the building Niggas is either bitches or they obsessed with killing And I don't mind that killer shit because it's real But if you gonna talk it let the people know the deal It's two sides of a coin, you only repping one That's how I know you niggas ain't talking about shit you've done Glorifying drugs like yeah I'm selling bricks But niggas get shot in the face, put behind them shits Or locked up for seven if the feds do a blitz On the V.I. floor with they ?? double fits I'm not a hypocrite so go ahead and make your flips But understand anytime you hustle it's the risk Young dukes is counterfeits, my lyrics are U.S. mints Good money, Queens niggas still hungry I stay on my grime repping the streets Dropping jewels over beats, you wack rappers just some cheats [Hook] [Verse 3] Then you got the other extreme These soft wack rappers should model for Maybelline Rocking tight pants with rhinestones and size small jackets Thinking that they fresh but they whole style backwards Claiming that they hip hop and street shit is played out Go to any ghetto probably see somebody layed out How could a reflection of today be outdated You tight shirt niggas got gassed and inflated Living in your fantasy worlds without crimes On the streets niggas still sell drugs with black nines Jails is still packed, people still get clapped And inner city adolescents still don't know how to act I'm not saying glorify but don't dare deny What goes on from Californ-i to Bedstuy I'm tying in the game son, shit is unacceptable Go to hell sus, burn out a testicle Word up, this is Meyhem Lauren nigga All you soft ass frontin' niggas Don't even speak to me when you see me, nigga Analyze my fucking resumé, word the fuck up [Hook] Word up, this is Outdoorsmen nigga Meyhem Lauren, we don't play that wack shit Ain't nobody frontin' on the mic Ain't nobody dressing like a metrosexual We don't play those games, respect my swag nigga I'm a man of such integrity I'm so stand-up, ya'll niggas could learn something Word up son, talking all that street shit Ya'll niggas never had bitches sniffing coke off...
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