In Case I Go To Prison

(Coughing) Yeah (Verse) Word around town they want problems I can give em to you But really should I give in to you? Free promo that I'm given to you I know you wanna be me junior But I never tell niggas how I do this here How I did this year Can I get a hell yeah Every nigga that I dissed has disappeared Genesi had a long history Niggas in the team And they weren't worthy But fuck it No ones perfect All I see is those niggas asking for favors At one point I tried to save you Then you went on to your anger Telling people that I suck at rapping And I can't produce at all But when you need a beat You try to swallow my balls For your fame sakes I won't say names But you stayed lame when you left Is funny how people be saying they real But they can't feel the lie in they breath I had friends that would tell me they would never hurt me Then they go ahead and fuck my bitch I had friends that would tell me they would always help me But when I call you don't call back I guess we off that I know that I'm over it But sometimes I gotta put it on a track No hook on the track I guess that I ain't fishing for a bandwagon Never had my pants saggin But my dick can't breathe so I act like him Always liked rappers Remember I used to rap like em Then I figured out that I'm better than 95 percent Now I'm tryna represent I mean damn Name one nigga in Florida, other than Caskey, that made it bigger than I did I mean honestly, he only got that deal Because he said nigga on a track And he white So aight This nigga got the balls to fight And I'm not tryna discourage him But it's been two years Where the fuck is the album? Where the fuck is the album? Where the fuck is the album? But he got Young Money But even Young Money don't Got Young Money What happens to your money? Cause now the Birdman Ain't got the bird hands Even his own sons is yelling out fuck him Really I'm just tripping off the subject Fact of the matter is I'm hot and your not I seen a lot of people tryna take my spot But when I take a shot It's like pop pop pop Put the word records at the end of Genesi Then they did it to they own I ain't never lie Started glitching pictures up Now these niggas try I don't wanna talk about Generation Y I got play in the Netherlands I had bitches on that ringtone I had niggas that were trying to jump me Cause they saw my light skin tone Nothing can stop me, I made it apparent Split the weed up just like your parents Shoutout to Crist Kelvin Shit Santy Samari Louis Saucy Stevie, Mitchel Kevin, Will Fuck with the trio I promise you killed Julien, Heny, Neo Etc How much swag We got a plethora Shout out to Hunter Shout to Scoop I swear when I make it they coming with too My car blew up I took a lot of drugs And then I threw up I said a lot of shit but I had to grow up Young nigga gotta blow up Even if I go away for a fucking year Trust me, I'm coming back Right right here Yeah I just want to let that be known I'm coming back right right here I talk a lot of shit about the city but the city made me You know? Gotta trust that They say hey Tac take it easy For pete sakes What happened to the replay? What happened to the young kid that hated v day? Bitching like "Why do the girls don;t need me?" Well I changed for the better Rapping forever Selected the chickens like Mickey D's tenders Hardly any punchlines I know I want you to listen All of this is In case I go to prison Air Guitar (Outro)