Penguins

[Verse 1] What would you do if you had the chance To make up for all the struggles your fam was going through? Look me in my eyes so you know that I tell the truth Hate me in despise cause I'm doing better than you That's why I don't talk shit rather than when I rap Then they say that I'm two-face, too [?] for a nigga I went almost two days without fucking eating Gave up them home cook meals to rap over these beats and Show my parents I could help'em while under achieving Fuck school, they couldn't afford it anyway, I Went for a day because financially was sitting late And I've never tried to knock a nigga hustle Or come up off a popular name, you niggas should be ashamed I'm so ahead of the game, and they ain't even notice Cause I'm super low with it so go and just keep blowing dick Never let my talents slip, a nigga kept the whole of it Cause I remember why I started in the first place I learned everything that I know from my birth place So if was only right I'd retrace, and they say If you can make it in the city you can make it anywhere So I'm back home making dollars out of pennys here Don't give a fuck if you like me, you niggas many queers You ain't seen the shit that I've been through That's why when I feel your hate I swear I gotta finish you You can blame it on my Napoleon complex, I'm not only complex I can dumb it down for you stupid niggas You could be flying but you're still fake like cupid nigga [Hook] [?] [Verse 2] I can show you how to make nothing into something It's like making money from doing a front-flip You can call it gymnastics, we ain't doing no front-flips I tell'em to front piff, and make a quick hundred I'll call you a dumb bitch If you've ever tried to bite the hand that feeds When you look out for yourself, niggas wanna call it greed Just give up my dick, please will you let a nigga breathe I got here on my own, I ain't even really need help I'm just trying to seek wealth Cause my parents almost lost everything Thank God for music and this motherfucking Mary Jane Was on the verge of becoming an insane nigga Why you think I wanted to make it in the game nigga? I got a passion for music, I swear I love it Some people do it for fun but who the hell am I to judge shit? But when you ain't doing nothing and just expect for it to come With just a hand down and FUCK YOU! Cause I put my blood, sweat and tears into this music shit I swear So that's why you're left behind and I'm kicking in six gear So ahead as if we were in the [?], my hunger for more Be putting fear on them Hear a nigga tearing these rappers who ain't 'bout shit I call these fools zinos, they're all counterfeit So just pick up another career money, then maybe you will be able To steer in front of me while I'm spitting so lovely