There's not much you do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Have to step in once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what people just may think A lot of rappers probably know how to take me If they some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average listener and plays me Twenty times I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a what category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool Jay-Z
For single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God me And I'm for the environment that he placed me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily that and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of anybody believes who hates me You ain't 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 you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, me 'Cause I've patiently waitin' for the day we finally meet, in the same place to see
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No how many battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The of victory love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, it Your peace talk, save it, shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves then you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, shit, so quick you miss shit To be I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many battles I in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough