Wasup

(Verse 1) I ask myself everyday why am I never feautured On local artists songs,like even after I meet them But then I just think about it,and really it is mad obvious Why should I kill them on their own track,thats just grimey shit Its pretty easy for me to complete my mission Of taking over a state,where theres never real competition And if you think that your better at what I do Come at me and spit some bars,but dont get mad if I get rude I heard you're shit on Youtube and I had to ask myself Why the fuck would they make a song without asking for my help I mean shit,if you really needed a hook Something better than tryna make these middle schoolers try to cook Then you couldve hit me up,swallowed your pride To my foes I never let em choose dead or alive And they hate it cause they friends be bumpin with my shit But when I tell em to diss me,their never wanting to spit (Hook) Wasup I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then Wasup You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face Wasup You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup (Verse 2) Take Her got mad hits,I guess T.A.C. Is Buzzin I came a long way,all it took was nuttin Get it,came,like it came of my dick Come on did you get it,like your girl does with my dick My fans have higher expectations than an asian parent And these rappers say im too open,like im getting embarassed I rap and sing bout the shit That these people do not admit So dont tell me that im complaining I say what you are restraining See my life is a drama,im breaking the fourth wall King Sha Jahan,all my songs are bitches Taj Mahals I'm becoming something big,its not that bad to see These niggas wanna play games,I tune em to channel 3 My success got them amazed Their eyes are looking blazed Back in this place Your a disgrace Fuck wit a nigga like me,I dare you You ain't coming at me cause I scare you motha fucka (Hook) Wasup I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then Wasup You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face Wasup You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup (Verse 3) Music is not a hobby for me Its my life This is not the thrill It's the strife Success is what I want,and of course I will have it Its so tragic,niggas thinking they good,im black magic All these niggas are generic,I would help but forget it Everybody likes generic so I guess ima just let it stay But I dont care,they say life isnt fair I live it like festival,so hatas hop off my testicles And girls never liked me I know,i was a loser But now I take shots at em,like you couldve had this But denied me for my looks,judged the book by its cover I used to be a lover but these bitches changed a brother That goes out to Marlena,Nicole Chistina,Gina Jocelyn who is gossipin Casandra who was talking shit Kimberly thats missin me Jackie that Wasn't kissin me And that stuped bitch Frances,am I now good enough bitch? (Hook) Wasup I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then Wasup You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face Wasup You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup