Rock rock rock on
Rock rock rock on
I'm going to tell you
The truth whether
You like it or not
Can I prove it
Yes
No more days like those
Allow me to put some
Sense on you coons
Too much success um
Here comes your doom
They told you niggas
The sky's the limit
Then they turn around and
Tell you that there's
Footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die
So they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters
Your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives
For their daddy records
Sounding like blind Melle jelly son
Look in my eyes
You can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside
A fine female on the
Maldives island
I vow to never fail my
Phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can throw me
In a cell I got it
I go to jail bout eight go
Oh well then post bail
Bout nine ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel
Check in it then check out it
Then tell my niggas
Let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas
Bugged out like divas
They drugged out
Thugged out receivers
I meet them at their
Stash place heat them
Then tell them they better
Drag race the f**k away from me
Or get their mug
Shot like Bieber
I catch him at the
Bus stop while he reading
This 45 will give
Him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must
Haves and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class
To touch cash and buck shots
You should know
But you don't really want nothing
You should know
Talk a lot of shit
Motherf**king stop fronting
You should know
So what you saying yo
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn
You should know
F**k the whole world
Freedom or jail clips inserted
A baby's being born
Same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end
You on a block
Playing killer with your knife
Without a gun you're an option
Be cut out for the game
Or they're gon play rock
Paper scissors wit your life
I'm usually more spiritual at night
Cause murder's in the air
More like a pimping Nike
Whipping bike the
White American kryptonite
Living a scripted life
A different picket
Different type
Whoever fixing chicken rice
I'll spend the night
In the morning go home to my wife
Before she try and sell my shit
Ninety nine percent sure
That she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying the hell I slip
The baddest bitches the last
Bitches you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia getting
Dragged to cities
City after city niggas paying cash
For the love of ass and titties
You should know
But you don't really want nothing
You should know
Talk a lot of shit
Motherf**king stop fronting
You should know
So what you saying yo
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn
You should know
F**k the whole world
Pick it up
I don't know why y'all
So highly regarded
You rhyme like you're
Borderline mildly retarded
I show you what
My father done started
A rhyme on a god level
The godliest artist
Y'all follow artists who
Target their audience
But not me I target the artist
Follow the target
Holding a strap pointing it at sinners
And that's when
I tell them like Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging
Shoot at their feet till the dance start
I'm going h a m
In the slaughterhouse
F**k you and your damn charts
And your crowd participation
I'm putting a land mine under your stage
Had his place raining fan parts
And called that shit crowd precipitation
I'm more premier than my own
DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my momma's
Womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image that
Mirrors the birth of slim
None of these rappers
Can work with me I work with them
You should know
But you don't really want nothing
You should know
Talk a lot of shit
Motherf**king stop fronting
You should know
So what you saying yo
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn
You should know
F**k the whole world
On the vocals
You have Detroit's own Dwele
Providing the instruments
We have
The incomparable Adrian young
And on the wheels of steel
DJ Premier
Yeah
I've seen and I see it again
I'm not the kind of person who
Come here and say what you like
I'm going to tell you
The truth whether
You like it or not
Can I prove it
Yes
No more days like those
You should know
