Lyrics
I was, I was, I was
I was riding with a ooh, trappin off the stoop
Seventeen, several shooters in the coop
You ain't a G, you's a bitch, Betty Boop
Get in the booth and get to cappin
They can't compete with the truth
Man, these rap niggas ain't like they say
He told and went home, he ain't fight that case
Game left him traumatized, he ain't quite okay
It's like he's numb to the pain, like Lidocaine, mmm
Real eyes, realize, real lies
Wolves dressing like sheep, such a dirty disguise
If a nigga say it's beef, give him burgers and fries
But instead of doing that, they back stab and hide
You mad, stand in line they can't stand a guy
Throwing shade, but I see it like a tanning line
Really got it out the field like a dandelion
Was going Stewie way before I was a Family Guy
And everything that glitters ain't gold, truth be told
These snakes smiling in your face they the friendliest foes, mmm
Food for thought, it feel good for your soul
Let the beat go on and on and on
Let the beat go on and on and on
Let the beat go on and on and on
Yeah, food for thought, it feel good for your soul, let the beat go on and on and on
Do you keep your mouth closed, are you pantomime
Are you a coward, you a bitch, do you lack a spine
You out here stomping on shit, till someone had to die
And what's really real, nigga how's that defined?
It was a sweltering day, Chicago sun peltered my brow
Me and my bro just left from the lake
We was on 53rd, when niggas walked out, was just a kid
With my vision all fuzzed, they expression, looking less than friendly
Wolves roaming around the city, yeah, that's where the sheep be
Said they lost a jersey, maybe left it on the beach and
The one you wearing look just like it nigga, let me see it
Say if you want it come and get it, you gon' have to beat me
Out of this shit, I'm go ballistic worser than Luigi
A quick check, niggas had to move their chest pieces, a few elaborate handshakes