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Intro
Chorus 1
Yeah, I done did a lot of thingBbms in my day, I admit it
I don't take back what I saGby, if I said it then I meaFmnt it
All my life I want a GraBbmmmy, but I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trGbophy or no motherfuckin' riFmbbon (Yah I said it)
Fuck the system, I'm that niBbmgga, bend the law, cut the rules
I'm about to risk it aGbll, I ain't got too much to loFmse
FmY'all been eatin' long enouBbmgh, it's my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drinGbk? This my day, luckyFm you
FmFuck you too, woo!
Chorus 2
BbmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
GbGive me some room, give me some roFmom, give me the juice
BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
GbY'all gotta move, y'all gotta mFmove, give me the juice
Verse 1
BbmBack on my bullshit, my back to the wall
BbmTurn my back on you, all of you finished
GbBack to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull myFm MAC out and all of you runnin'
BBbmack on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
BbmThese packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappGbers, you practically suckin'
You mighta went platFminum but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzinBbm' this time
BbmStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not fuGbck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just kFmnow you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gBbmangster but I got some bangers
BbmSome chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and Gbjammies, a partridge, a pear tree
My twelve days of ChriFmstmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy)
BbmI run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
BbmThey say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
GbI live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)
FmBitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah)
YBbmou play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
GbCallate boca mejor, maricon, little putFmo, and all of you culo (Joyner)
They've invBbmented a level up in the ghetto to get old
BbmLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
Shit get relGbevant 'til the beef die down
In truth aFm nigga just really want me tied down
I've been alBbmone and I never needed nobody
BbmJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the mGboney, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray toFm God that my son'll be alright now
I said Bbmain't no love for the other side
BbmOr anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
WhGben I die I'm goin' out as a underdog Fmwho never lost hope (Yeah)
You in the wrBbmong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)
Snakes iGbn the grass tryna slither fast
I just boFmught a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)
Chorus 1
I done said a lBbmotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a waGby, I regret it that I Fmdid it
I done won a couple GGbrammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the tFmrophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference?
I'm that Fcracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
FMan I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
FI've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
FI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
FFuck you think? (Woo!)
Verse 2
BbmI got a couple of mansions
GbStill I don't have any manners
BbmYou got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kidGbs it don't actually matter
They're askBbmin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I saGbid, "I don't have any answers."
'Cause I took an LBbm when I dropped my last album
It hurt me like heGbll but I'm back on these rappers
And actually cBbmomin' from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfGbortable winning
I wish I could saBbmy, "What a wonderful feeling!"
"We're on the upswing like Gbwe're punchin' the ceiling!"
But nothin' is feelBbming like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
The Gbinability to pen humility
GbHa-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
BbmFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?
FuGbck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
Shit is a Bbmcircus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an oGbunce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were Bbmhere before you that made rap
Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreakGb havoc on tape decks
GbADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks BbmASAP and bring Masta Ace back
Bbm'Cause half of these rappers have Gbbrain damage
AGbll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate tGbrap, and I don't wanna seem mad
GbBut in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
GbThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
FBut I think it's inevitable
FThey know what button to press or what lever to pull
FTo get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)
FAnd if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
BbmBut you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)
BbmOn the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
BbmEverything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
BbmI'm asleep at the wheel again
BbmAs I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
BbmOf another beat I'ma kill again
Bbm'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
BbmEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
BbmIt better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
BbmAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
BbmLevels to this shit, I got an elevator
BbmYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
BbmI sound like a broken record every time I break a record
BbmNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
BbmMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
BbmI got spite inside my DNA
BbmBut I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,
BbmI'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
FIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for
FLike California wishin' rain to pour
FIn that drought, y'all been prayin' for
FMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
FStill the same Marshall, that outlaw
FThat they say as a writer might've fell off
FI'm back on that bull like the cowboy
Chorus 3
BbmSo y'all gotta move (Yeah),
Bbmy'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move
GbGive me some room, give me some roFom, give me the juice
BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
GbY'all gotta move, y'all gotta mFove, give me the juice