![]() "Are you from Wu-Tang?" Nah, why? And his reply was: "Cause, U-God in this game" And I don't need to give a hundred percent Just know I'm givin enough to be rippin it up when I'm spittin some stuff But cats wanna act hard, so send them in Soon enough, I'll have his boys sayin: "Remember him?" Keep talkin, I'mma drop you like I can't catch Beef with you is like blue balls you ain't never gonna come Man, sometimes, this shit gets me aggravated I'm a student of the game, they never graduated I work hard, and I fuckin pride myself In makin sure that at all times, I'm myself Then a motha fucka wanna go and use the excuse: "I bullshit, but, I'm the best because I'm speakin the truth" Nothin but constant contradictions They could spit, but they're lies is makin it kind of hard to listen I found it hard to feature Cause if I cut my verse and put somebody else on, well then, the track is weaker You wouldn't say it to my face? Then, don't say it to the mic Don't say it when you spit, don't say it when you write Don't say it in your head, and then say it when you type Say somethin that holds some relevance in you life Ain't nobody ever seen you win a fight But on your tape, it's like you caught a body, homie, almost every single night Come on. I ain't the club type kid, I'm in the streets at night Only time I throw up my hands, is in the streets to fight You couldn't walk in my shoes, despite all my kicks License suspended, but I still ride for my clique Ayo, my style is like a fever, bitch Cause when I spit, they can't tell weather I'm just hot, or I'm sick Keep flappin, and get your ass clapped like a backboard Killin more records than Gretzky did I'm pickin up where I left off with the last one done 718 was really almost a classic son But see, the difference now: ain't never been at this stage There's chapters to a life, they're stuck on the same page Everybody's got opinions, they could feel how they want But put me up against him, I'll have me a field day son It's taylormade, and anybody that doubts your boy Are the same dudes that went out and picked Manny to beat Floyd I hear dudes complain that it's all the same Then, turn around and make some garbage just to get in the game I'm like: "Could you explain what was the logic here?" We need to stick to what it was that fuckin got us here Build off it, and let you know: you're not impressive You're rhymin random words, my music got a message And I understand that you think you're quite respected But cows jumped over the moon from the right perspective So, think about it.
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