[Part 1: Behind Ya Back]
[Intro]
I'm on some sh**, I'm on some sh**
I don't want a b**h that don't wanna b**h
She been at the gym eating humus and sh**
She crushin' on me cause I'm conscious and sh**
[Verse 1]
b**h ain't no time so I'm straight, throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come, I know I'm the sh** cause I'm on one
Finna nosegrind like a skateboard, that's your b**h? Well I ain't sure
You a square, n***a, there's a name for it
You were forced [?]
n***as act like they don't know where I'm coming from
n***as act like I'm supposed to stay away from ratchet sh** like I ain't from the slums
n***as act like they don't see me but they always keep my f**in' letters on they tongue
Internet thugs online but they scary M. Night Shyamalan
n***as claim they want my conscious lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it
n***as act like they gon' hold you down but when you need a favor where they hiding?
b**hes act like they ain't hoeing every time another hoe is right beside 'em
Yeah we f**ed, so what b**h? Go and tell the whole hood about it
You a turkey a** jive b**h, hope you die b**h s**ing five dicks at a time
Ain't got no type b**h, got a wife b**h and a white b**h, b**h I'm fine
Why deez n***a- why deez n***a- why deez n***as lyin'?
And these n***as ain't loyal either, all these n***as droppin' dimes
Bandz
[Hook]
Y'all n***as gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the sh**, why they fly around me?
[Bridge]
I'm on some sh**, I'm on some sh**
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm in love with that b**h, I just f** on that b**h
[Verse 2]
Look what I gotta do to get respect, that's why I got my boot all in your neck
That's why I never ball without the check, often I get so bored I get depressed
Nowadays it's every man for himself, that's why my loyalty is with the set
I don't know why these n***as fake cool, when they get to actin' I get perplexed
I'm dishonest man and I must confess, I like n***a sh** and I like to flex
On my hippie sh**, just lost in my head, I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was, I like b**hes and I like to get fresh
How the f** did Bobby Ray get corrupt, Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself
And all they can say is you changed, say that you changed
And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame
Remember me right, remember me right
Till the day I'mma die [?] grave
Bandz
[Hook]
Y'all n***as gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the sh**, why they fly around me?
[Bridge]
I'm on some sh**, I'm on some sh**
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm in love with that b**h, I just f** on that b**h
[Part 2: Purple Mountain]
[Spoken]
New music, [mood] music
Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it
This the feeling teachers never gave to students
Who get paid too little to raise the stupid
Who learn more from gangster music than basic schoolin'
A whole generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and j**elry, a country where we praise the wicked and shame the clueless
When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at?
Are we really at the top or is that just how're we are trained to view it?
I wonder who made the blueprint? Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish
Built ships and chained us to it, paid a sniper to aim at Luther
Took the World Trade, flew planes into it, and framed the m**ms?
This probably sounds like a scene from your favorite movie
Well wake up, wake up, it don't take brains to do it, it take bank to do it
Welcome to the capital where only the greatest do it
Good intentions is what the road to hell is paved with usually
And b**hes swimming bottomless in bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis
Drowning in my own lust, I had to drain the fluid out the group think think tank
I outgrew the fishbowl, I snapped your f**ing fishing pole
f** opinions, they just want me trapped and f**ing pigeon-holed
Now snap a f**ing picture hoe
Got me feelin' like I don't get it, you don't get it
Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it?
Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it?
Complicated f**in' lyrics, who gon' listen?
We all f**in' hated math, now who wants physics
I ain't speaking to you all cause you all get it
But see there's projects from Duval to New York city
You ever wonder why it's called the projects?
Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts to process
Sincerely yours truly, God bless