There's not much you do or say to phase me think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, occasionally Doc Drezy'll to step in every once in a while to save me
To make me stop and about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may A lot of rappers probably wouldn't how to take me If they heard some shit I layed to 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too and racy Sometimes the average rewinds and plays me times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what you place me Long as when I'm pushin' up and gone As long as you place me amongst one of greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside
For single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he me Believe it or not, I my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily jumped and chased me It only me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You gonna make or break me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or me look fake, G only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me And when you face me with all the shit you've been
To say to me, you had all time to think about it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we meet, in the same place to see
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it gets worse I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I spot my target, it, direct hit, graze it Your talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated over-rated, I'm obli-gated To study your moves crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit To be I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta it Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or it It get you high over and over but you cop it it's hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough