Conversation With Tito

[Verse 1] Uh, and I don't know what the fuck you think is going on here These boys ain't on shit One of a kind when I'm rhyming, fuck how them chromes spit And I'm on my own shit That hanging you over a bridge until you defecate, then I make you eat your own shit Bitch I don't own shit So I'm coming through mobbing, I'm robbing leaving you with nothing, I'm thugging, like I'm on that Bone shit That's why this easy, mind fast like 3G You niggas half of my ass, bitch I'm cash I just 3G I, come from the gutter, the grime the mud and the rocks You get more then a hole in your socks, big busting of shots Been through everything you'd imagine, and lots worse Writing bout' that drama, mama like boy you do not curse Now your back handed compliments, is condiments Ketchup, I mustered up the strength to go forward and put my best up So may yo', next best opponent who's ever next up Relish in the moment, because they gon' probably be the next cut, huh [Hook] And I give a fuck about the beat, I'm just talking my shit, this for the streets T.I.T.O And I give a fuck about the beat, I'm just talking my shit, this for the streets T.I.T.O And I give a fuck about the beat, I'm just talking my shit, this for the streets T.I.T.O And I give a fuck about the beat, I'm just talking my shit, this for the streets [Verse 2] Living legend, hold up now Lo' be modest But even if I tell you I'm the hottest, I'm still being modest Mississippi I got us, honest to god I promise Stand and deliver on these niggas, ya'll ain't got the goners I'm as excited about this shit as ya'll Been watching this game all my life, and now I get to ball When G.P.T. was getting O.P.T. they all thought it was dumb to pick us Till they seen a real monster, Oblina, Krumm, and Ickis I talk the slickest, turn a scholar to a simpleton Cool as Jack Nicholson, skilled like Phil Mickelson, uh That mean I swing left, on tour like PGA Raising all these funds made me president of PTA And this shits an easy A These niggas faking kid let's not and say we did, like shorty on Easy A And I see them hoping and wishing, like Tito please be gay Carpe Diem, my dick the Diem she gon' seize the day [Hook] [Verse 3] Nigga this is really me And the flow is immortal, so killing me like having a smooth contest with Billy D If I gave a damn about what I said, then I probably would say it And if I gave a fuck about your album, I probably would play it And before I put this price on your head, let me count this money 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now pay it Label OK if my CD drops and the day it hits your bitch like a fist ? but this is my favorite shit Slip into something more comfortable, bitch you just a loner Lisa like Mona, go slip in a god damn coma Me so hot, you so mesothelioma She lost her morals, but she gave me oral, now she's a goner Originality's missing, they trying to buy more Signing everything under the sun, trying to get my flow Like, how can we get hip-hop back? Don't worry I know Let these animals loose like nobody from Ohio, huh