[Radio Interview Snippet Intro]:
"I don't give a f** about that n***a
I'm not in this for the money
I'm certainly not here for the females
I had both before I got here
I have options, I made a way
Ivy League or not, remember when I said that
This is much bigger than you and I, do you understand that
A lot of people think I'm out here bored and bullsh**ting
n***a I'm verified, I did that
5 LPs without a label, n***a I did that
A website, all that, I did that
All you hating a** n***as, you thought this was a game
Now what..."
[Verse 1]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:
Please
Do not take this lightly
I'm doin this for more then these tickets right next to Spike Lee
I showed up, cuz I got what real n***as f** with
Pains of a misguided god, mixed with f**ing substance
I know just how they feel, cuz I've been out in the field
So to them I am a peer, I've always kept it real
Gave b**hes a couple feels, as I avoid the reel
But it's impossible for me, because this real is all I feel
Not claiming that I'm better, just out to show I'm different
Yes I'm from N.Y., but the furthest thing from ignorant
Took my time with these tracks, I swear I'm so diligent
Females aren't worth the time, ah sh** here he goes again
This Bombay got me feeling good
This girl got me feeling right
This Henny got me feeling hood
I only love her if her back is tight
Gin and Tonic, has me so honest
Arthur George, Tom Ford, yes they are all up in my closet
Like damn, who is he, this n***a's on his grizzy
Next year I'll be at the Grammy's, two seats in front of Drizzy
Kendrick I f**ing see you, bro I'm coming for your neck
So many re-born artist want to tell the world who is next
n***a shut the f** up, sit down and do some research
I'm tired flow-jackers, and everybody screaming it was me first
n***a if you was real you would've been on the scene
Light skin n***a done stole all your dreams
Your b**h, your crib, sh** even your ex
I don't know why you popping bottles, n***a I seen your checks
Had interns at your label, all up in your sh**
Got intel, damn I used to think you were a threat
9 to 24, nothing will be the same
Don't believe me, ask Champagne or The Game
[Verse 2]:
[The Game]:
Black Democrat, Barack Obama
The only n***a that can catch Osama
Spray lamas, get good head, and f** fly b**hes with no governing
Only the kitchen oven and rules to the covenant
Ask the Republicans how crack c**aine get smuggled in
Watch them throw their hands up and say it wasn't them
As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack
It's all I know
The guns, the cash, the dro
Fidel Castro in my own right
Capone like
Mafioso, Ben Frankie on them low pros
Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis
Two grand, in popular demand like the first Penny's
My Audemar Piguet wrist, say it's time to dethrone Jay quick
Tell them other n***as to take six
Coupe a buck fifty
What's coming out the speakers got
Every video b**h scared to f** with me
[Verse 3]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:
Yeah
They getting scared, I can see it in their eyes
She says I want you for you, while I'm deep between her thighs
I know that these are lies, that she tells to other guys
So I don't even waste my time, not giving her f**s
Cuz a real OG would only give her these nuts
Back shots for days, now she's lost in a daze
Trying to figure out which is up, what the f**
Now she's cold and alone, in this big a** world
So she instagrams pic all over celebrity homes
So it's on to the next one, on to the next one
Don't be mad at me when I finally forget one
I won't be mad at you when you finally regret one
Don't be mad at me when I f**ing the next one
I won't be mad at you while you texting and stressing
Subtweet your a** like, "Man, she's the best one…
I just can't wait until I meet the f**ing next one..."
[Verse 4]:
[The Game]:
Give them hard dick and tampons
A shot of Patron and Don
The ones trains get ran on
My crew hard
Louie V. sweaters on the boulevard
Pull n***as cars, throw up signs, and bang Nas
Them hood fellas, f** n***as, let them get jealous
While we f** their hoes and stare out them window of propellers
Got to be the new school king, if not who is
I get the most p**y and cash, and move you nigs
You bump n***as can't take my seat
I'm real, talk to Kool G Rap three times a week
Still holla at Nas on the daily
Only thing missing is the crown and a phone call from Jay-Z
[Outro]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:
Speaking of God
Lord, I have never been so focused
No more pitty-pat games with these hoes that hocus-pocus
Went from fire proof doors, to wearing the same suit that HOV is
Damn, n***as really thought that I was joking
[Radio Interview Snippet Outro]
"It might not be my first album
It might not be my second album
But I'm going to be a platinum selling artist
Not a rapper, an artist
From the imagery, to the genius of me
I swear God, we gon' k** sh**, and that's on everything
Are we done?"
[END]