Suck on this foo.
hiphop
rap
gangsta
underground rap
azn raps
azn rap
odyssey
young poet
Lyrics
now its time to bring the real
no more fun and games
it's time i rose up
and put yo name to shame
you a phonie in this game
so better step back
poet dont take no shit
watch the words in them tracks
You were never shit, never will be so homie quit
Talkin hard on the mic but in the streets you a bitch
Rich boy from the burbs, tryin so hard to be down
claimin you done this and that, but no evidence found
Remember how you grew up with both mommy and daddy
always had food on the plate, livin happily and lavishly
it's just funny to me how you called my name out
out of the blue, now i've come to take yo ass out
at first it didnt really matter, still doesn't but
i'm a little bored, so imma just let these lyrics bust
man you faker than michael jackson's face homie
i'm the real thing you just another bootleg phonie
actin like you koo n shit before, now you wanna beef
you don’t want it when I bring it, put yo ass to sleep
stop spitten bout straps n what not if you aint wit it
leave it to the real, the ones really equipped wit clips
you could say I’m an AK you’re just a broom stick
I’m the risin sun in the sky you the dirt in a ditch
Cross me would have you end up on a dead end road
So bow down before my feet n I might let you go
Don’t know bout the streets though, that’s all on you
Spitten bout a life you never lived n wasn’t even true
Talkin bout the same shit like havin fresh shoes n boots
Dawg, that money you getting I know aint from hustling foo.
It’s from daddy’s paycheck and some from mommys wallet
Think I don’t know? Your car I bet I know who bought it
Mr. blazen g, livin fly wearin fancy coats n shirts
Fuckin around on the block, claimin that he did dirt
I could see right through you, right from day one
You could fool them other cats, but just not me son
On a final note, keep my name out yo fuckin mouth
Before I show up one day to turn yo lights out