Shit

Check

I always said that when I make it, there′s no going back

To where the toasters clap, and we can toast to that

Them niggas hate seeing me, I'm like an open scab

I′m OT in a Cabana with an open tab

I'm in the cut though, not too many notice me

I'm strictly baritone, I play it low key

While in New York, they′ll say I′m crazy like Rodman was

In Jersey, I'm what Petrović, Dražen was

Politically incorrect, fuck being proper

′Cause all the faces looking real like the Fila Prada's

And it seems like data main niggas seeing dollars

Just let me get that off my chest, so I don′t need a spotter

Maybe now I see why Marvin just needed to holler

And if you know me, treat a hurdle like I'm Iguodala

Raisin′ the bar, fucking with the stakes

He'll get you that type of fame that your publicist will hate

So we can get the goons involved and have the triggers squirting

But since I'm well endowed, I′ll be the bigger person

Throwing darts at a Mozart, you won′t go far

Trying to help kill a legend, ask Solar

Nah, this ain't something to ride to

It′s more like shit you get inspired to

See I can do anything I desire to

As long as the earth's round and the sky′s blue

Nigga this ain't somethin′ to ride to

This is shit that you pop pills get high to

This a warrior's anthem for survival

This is mood music, that's what I do, check it (voulez-vous)

Nah, this ain′t somethin′ to ride to

It's more like shit for you to survive to

Roll a blunt do whatever you decide to

To celebrate my return, I′m sorry that I deprived you

Left you with tales of quick riches, thick bitches

Small timers talking that big business is fictitious

No rhymers, slow grinders, that mo' blind us

With skills so vagina, relying on co-signers

Now they mad at me, I keep going hard repping

′Cause what's a Rampage to Rashad Evans

That mouth still haul off, we′ll shoot at the tires

And you ride until the wheels fall off, check it

I spent my youth in prison

I thought to get the 401K's a nigga had to do some pitching

But now I'm growing up, they say I′m too different

They tell me I′ve changed, I say that you didn't

Nah, this ain′t something to ride to

It's more like shit you get inspired to

See I can do anything I desire to

As long as the earth′s round and the sky's blue

Nigga this ain′t somethin' to ride to

This is shit that you pop pills and get high to

This a warrior's anthem for survival

This is mood music, that′s what I do (voulez-vous)

Honestly this past year′s been a burden on me

Unfinished product, God is still working on me

But shout to old girl, she's never to blame

The way she swallowed had me thinking that I never came

With me at the funeral, with me at the wake

Black dress, black shades, strictly for my sake

Our little man′s two, to him it's all a surprise

I can′t explain death when he don't understand life

See grandma passed, about a week before mother′s day

Forgive me, I was worried about my mother Faye

Bad as it sounds, wouldn't have it any other way

She was so ill, death could have only been her escape

(Talk) and gotta mask how that make me feel (why?)

Since the streets is only asking about a Shady deal

If I knew now what tomorrow was gonna teach me

And I told you in advance, you probably wouldn't believe me

Nah, this ain′t something to ride to

It′s more like shit you get inspired to

See I can do anything I desire to

As long as the earth's round and the sky′s blue

Nigga this ain't somethin′ to ride to

This is shit that you pop pills and get high to

This a warrior's anthem for survival

This is mood music, that′s what I do (voulez-vous)

Solomon

Hey

Let's finish

We're now bullshitting

Voulez-vous, yeah, yeah, yeah