I can see you...
Lyrics
I write songs, I'm not a comedian
I'm sick of dudes faking the funk, On tracks you pump
Real life a punk, These cats is so garbage
Actin retarded, Reality they far from hardness
Dudes is softies, I ain't claiming I'm hard
I don't say that I'm hard, If you saying you are
Then play ya cards, I'm sick of Hollywood rappers
Some fuckin actors, Y'all chitter chatter while I sit back in this laughter
Ha ha ha, Man y'all crackin me up
It's disaster you fucks get blasted when you ask for the one
And I'm grabbin you chumps, By the neck with the mic
Trip you with the cord, On the floor your ass gets wiped
Cats is trife, I'm just living my life
Decisions is right in front of my face tonight
So say goodnight, I just might kill a rapper out of spite
With the rapture of my mic, That gun don't make you tight
These kids is talkin, But they ain't doin shit
They only sayin shit, Fuck a fakin bitch
It's real talk homie, You need to practice it
On your tracks and shit, Realness is vanishing
I'm sick of hearing dudes talk about my tracks
If you don't like the rap then don't listen to it man
I give a fuck if I'm wack, I'm still here to spit regardless
It gets my thoughts off my mind behind the music flawless
Living this lawless, I do whatever I want
It's Hiphop and you lost, You need direction with all that talk
If you gon' do it then walk, Cause all that speak is cheap
Chances are if you talk about me then you probably weak
And like I said, If you don't like it then it's fine
If you giving criticism I appreciate your time
But differentiate that hate with real talk homie
Forget about your gun man, I got that mic on me
I bet what I say would make you shoot me
Since you ain't got a weapon dogg, How the fuck you gon' do me?
You thinkin ur dick, Cause you probably gay too
But that's okay with me cause most of them are bigger men than you
These kids is talkin, But they ain't doin shit
They only sayin shit, Fuck a fakin bitch
It's real talk homie, You need to practice it
On your tracks and shit, Realness is vanishing
Fuck your definition of hot, I think we're different
If you like that shit, I like this, Don't get it twisted
Or get all volatile, And shed that ignorance some more
Most contradict themself on every motherfucking song
Why don't we switch up, Take heed to this advice
Speak the truth about it man and it will always come out right
You like that, I like this, You write raps and bite shit
That don't make you tight kid, So please drop that mic quick
I don't think I'm righteous, And never try to fight this
Feeling inside it's too hard to tell some lies
And it's all real, I get peace and respect from what I do
If you getting mad then I'm probably talking about you
I've been a victim to a million double standards
Kids is fucking wack nerds, I'm sick of all this track work
That don't go together, Real life and in the studio
I think you dudes should know how to keep it real in those
These kids is talkin, But they ain't doin shit
They only sayin shit, Fuck a fakin bitch
It's real talk homie, You need to practice it
On your tracks and shit, Realness is vanishing