Aww hell nah nigga

We ain't doin no freestyles

Don't even know how to do that shit

*chuckling*

Yeah whatevah

Check it out man, check this one out



I been rappin for half my life

I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic

If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool

I was born on the mic before you went to school

Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup

I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff

Now you're flowin like your name is water

But I'm ten years older and my game is harder

I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin

I'm just tryin to say lil nigga listen

Before you grab the mic and act wild

Bitin on the next nigga's mackin style

And it's all from head, passin round the mic

Never even care who you sounded like

Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach

Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest

And you gots no respect for me, is that right?

Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight

and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops

In a clean ass Benz I have all the props

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa

I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser

And a Too $hort fan, faithfully

When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me



To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin



Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short

Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow

But let me hit the mall with the same MC's

I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's

While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya

Lookin like you smok