Fuck A Feature

Verse 1 (Feature 1) Its my world be grateful if I let you stay Your lucky your around a G like f and h You want a lesson you could test your fate Upper echelon but I spit it for the section 8 I brainstorm motherfucker can you catch my drift They throw it at me, then I throw it back, better catch yo bitch Open your eyes girl, you can see my coming Shoot the fare one, you’ll never see me running Unless its my city of course I get around with the prettiest whores Ima nightmare to boyfriends Little man, don’t annoy him Cuz you, You got a small shot like Earl Boykin’s Its so easy being fly Its like im greedy with the sky It’s all fine, we all grind I run the game and ball out like the courts mine Verse 2 (Feature 2) If you ever go turning me down I’ll do a freestyle with yo style Till the pussy come yelling meow Got my feet down, head up Boy, I’m good as any fella With a 6 shot a big trunk that’s guaranteed to fit any fella In it, its different cuz you don’t know nothing about me But its soon that you will Just assume that I kill Cuz I’m a country motherfucker that’s cool as a field Full of million dollar bills And I know that I don’t have to say it but I keep it real Fuck yo couch bitch I’m on my eddy Murphy Sitting low, you can see my chevy perfect Look at me changing lane Everybody saying that I changed the game I could give a fuck but I don’t feel shit novacaine It sounds right, even when im going left with it I just stand up, what stand for fight the shit till the death Verse 3 Ok, I’m back better know that I been thinking this whole rap Industry been so soft, we’ve lowered our standards a known fact They’ve gone Hollywood, its stuck in em well They’re masterbaters they only fuck with themselves And telling em this I’m never gone settle Im always gone give, 100% it’s how that I live It’s all that I got, so life is the bid The game is on a downfall, everything just sounds forced Trimming the fat, like I’m trying to knock these pounds off All your raps is ass and that’s probably why you full of shit Grabbing on your sisters the only time you pull a bitch Oh am I too harsh, maybe I’m just parched Let me clear my throat (a hem) I know that its hard When you hear a little truth, but you don’t want to accept it Every time I’m in the booth, I be giving ya’ll a lesson Better delete your sound click No CD no sound clip If you ask me your sound is like knee deep in cow shit So don’t be mad at me, I’m not saying no lie You should be happy I just saved you from wasting your time Someone’s gotta speak up Give tough love till they ease up Its enough of this weak stuff, give the fuck up or keep up Cuz everybody wanna be rapper and they gotta be the number one rapper in the game right? But they don't really know, they're never gone blow, it's never gone happen the same night But hold your head up, and never let up Do it on your own, it feels so much better Chorus Fuck A Feature Fuck a feature Fuck a feature Mother fuck a feature Fuck a feature Fuck a feature Fuck a feature I said it fuck a feature