Mad Sk**z - Murda Gram lyrics

[Verse] Motherf**ers want to k** me but ain't got the heart So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park And I don't want credit for this This ain't nothing I'm just answering a n***a that kept pressing my bu*ton Uncle Murder That's all that game is about n***a keep my f**ing name out your brown a** mouth Clark Kent Your man about to hold this L So roll some weed, I got a story to tell Couple years ago, I'm up in AC I get a call from Clark Kent And he don't never call me Talking about he heard your version, of my song He told you, you was biting And you knew that you was wrong But not for nothing You was trying to make it better And trying an reach out seeing if we could do it together I'm like Clark, n***a you must be faded Why the f** would I collab on some sh** that I created Yall jadded If you don't get the f** off my phone And tell that old face a** n***a leave me alone Get gone Clark, you know I ain't that dude And yeah I fell back on rap but don't get it confused sh** lit my fuse You would call Hov and say 21 Savage want to do 22 twos n***a would you? The f** wrong with yall Biting n***as I could never get along with yall The song nahh Straight curving n***as I wouldn't even take a picture with Uncle Murder n***a And then you started making em taking your lil shots But I ain't never hear em They only play em up top You not worthy, you just dirty and thirsty You make em every year, they never get past Jersey n***a stop it You got Brooklyn looking crazy Matter of fact you got Brooklyn looking lazy I got cases in Virginia Bodies in DC You got to think big if you want to come for me And I'm still VA and I'm still that n***a Still MAD, where your sk**s at n***a I heard you got popped and you ain't k**ed that n***a Whoever told you to change your name You should k** that n***a Lenny Grant? I can't leave that along That sh** read like it's on the side of a funeral home Ladies and gents This n***a getting washed and rinsed Now if you a junior, then that name makes sense Respect to your dad, that's the least I could do Actually um nahh, f** him too, whoo Now how stan gone come for the man Don't hide your hand You want to be a rapper fam I ain't tweeting, I ain't meming the gram I'm Pusha T'ing Reminding these n***as of who the f** I am, gang Reminding you of who the f** you are You a comedian, we don't come to you for bars We straight, on top of that, you fake n***a you signed to G Unit 10 years too late And what I'm about to say might piss New York off But you one of the reasons that New York soft A worker, who could never be a New York Boss Smack that dirty fitted off your head New York lost n***a Deada** son, I'm not the one I heard back in your past you use to bust your gun Not give a f** n***a I don't care Have a seat, here is a chair No love over here, yeah This the future Now who the f** get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter huh? You an adlib, but that's all you do I could name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you So stop f**ing with us I'll go with Kane, Big and Jay but that's obvious Buckshot, Tek and [?] Roc and Ruck Mos Def, Kweli, Master Ace, Fabolous, Foxy um Lil Kim and C's, Skyzoo, Torae oh Joell Ortiz Imma a Joey Badazz ask Az M.O.P. would have told you, you shouldn't f** with me You slid in my DM's like a thirsty chick And you got mad when I asked your dirty a** Who this? And you could gun talk all day that's yours But you ain't seeing me with these goddamn bars uh You will never say you took me Before that happens Young MA will give you some p**y n***a, you kept pushing so I had to play But this type of sh** happens every day And when you see me you know what Imma say I was spreading love, it's the Virginia way (ni**a)