Текст песни
Ball carriers back stabbers and trash rappers
Is the combo of this shitty city
The talent is itty bitty
I couldn't care less they push and they press
Impress when I stay me
You couldn't pay me to be someone else
I chose to stay free so pick on someone else
This the sound of the 83 a place I feel myself
Got a itty bitty cutie in my arms and I'm blessed
Surrounded by little napoleons
Signed up for the race but you not at the podium
Man I wish em well
Pray tell I give em hell
Not here to dwell
Not Buying what they sell
Nah!
My compositions got me thinking there ain't no competition
It's not cuz I think I'm the best or who's on the opposition
I'm just doing mi zi
For the ones who really know me
The ones who stayed close
Never posing with them posers
Matter fact we hate those
Wannabe's try hards
Look around and take notes
Turned your doubts to paid shows
I could never feed into the hype
Don't compare me to no other guy
Ball carriers back stabbers and trash rappers
Is the combo of this shitty city
The talent is itty bitty
I couldn't care less they push and they press
Impress when I stay me
You couldn't pay me to be someone else
I chose to stay free so pick on someone else
This the sound of the 83 a place I feel myself
Got a itty bitty cutie in my arms and I'm blessed