Its about five o'clock a.m, a.m stads for after tha mixtape and i'm still goin in, i'm a bootlegers dream, a rappers worst nightmare, yo... check it
cuz ever since i took the rap game from tha south/
every boda got my name in they mouth/
make my name taste like ass when u speak it/ (shut up)
make my name look ugly when u see it/ (close ya eyes)
make my name sound like death when yo hear it/ (close ya ears)
make my name feel like pain when u feel it/ (do it hurt)
make my name smell like shit when u smell it/
man i'm so relentless i control ya five sences/
rappers pay attention/
open up ya ears, all u hear is papoose/
open up ya eyes, all u see is papoose/
he burn like haze, so all u smell is papoose/
who tha streets feelin, all dey feel is papoose/
so when yo stupid ass, walk in to dat booth/
n open ya mouth, all u say is papoose/
deez rappers is corny, dey bars stupid/
dat y i sed fire bar at'em n tell'em arrugan/
talkin in direct like u bad as me/
i'll take a rappers head off n tell'em fatality/
resitsin deez video game tunes/
cuz dey stuck in my head, from when i used to hustle in tha game room/
used to carry two fives we bang till u holla/
we stay wit four quarters, who want change for a dollar/
loco tiger, mo chrome den low pro tires/
my bones carry my flesh wit a 4-4 prior/
without tha mind i will never be tha slow flow sire/
dats y i point to my brain when i pose on flyers/
dey say its all about tha clothes, but i stole on liars/
my bullets be hot enough to set ya clothes on fire/
maneuver amateur shooters, imma pro 4-5er/
hit up ya corner like a low low rider/
since imma i do-low driver/
't complain dat tha clouds grew thicker/
without tha storm, who would feed tha nile's blue rivers/
frankly i've been aruond true killers/
dats y my gun book is my bible, thou shall pull triggers/
bags walk too slow, i seen a valve move quicker, as a ounce duce flipper/
i used to be a wild school skipper/
jus to hang wit tha stout brew sippers/
all tha wild zoo niggas, and foul crew members/
tha times rephrased, it s about ture figuers/
ya'll actin like jews, so imma out do hitler/
u consider dis food, when i pull out tha full rippers/
u and ya man look like about two dinners/
nose full of weed, a brother mouth full of liquor/
eyes deep as a damu scripture/
now everybody havin shoot outs, even tha slouch pull triggers/
so i don't have shoot outs, i out shoot niggas/
cuz ever since i took tha rap game from tha south/
every boda got my name in dey mouth/
make my name taste like ass when u speak it/ (shut up)
make my name look ugly when u see it/ (close ya eyes)
make my name sound like daeth when yo hear it/ (close ya ears)
make my name feel like pain when u feel it/ (do it hurt)
make my name smell like shit when u smell it/
man i'm so rerentless i control ya five sences/
rappers pay attention/
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