Scatta G. - The Recession lyrics
[Verse 1:Scatta G.] Don't talk to me' I don't gossip about no drama Don't speak unless it's with intelligence like Barack Obama I'm magniloquent' I express myself in high flown language If you catch me slipping I apologize' for not displaying greatness Baby I'm about to blow Now is not the time for games or jokes I need some music I can bob my head to when I'm broke Need a woman' I need a woman' that b**h not for me I like the way she look but I don't like the way that she think I need a J.O.B' Rather flipping burgers or fifty-packs in the street You got that fire tree well n***a give me that for my grief Mama's only son breathing soul bleeding so deep yo throat fill up I'm here for one reason' to tell you people dont give up This Scatta G I'm never gone give up' I promise we gone rise I know it because I believe in GOD So I'm going Hard In this recession praying for blessings Stressing my message My way of releasing pain for all this hell I been catching To all my fathers' Please don't give up My single mothers' Please' Just don't give up And all my hustlers' Please don't give up Silly s**ers who don't me I suggest you leave me lonely Trying to act hard you phoney If you want me I'm coming hommie Cause b**h I'm about to blow Like the stash pot at the King Pens trap Haters say I need to grow some f**ing more Well they need to learn how to rap You can never say I have no love loyalty or respect for the trap sh**' I ain't even from the way and I put that on the map Pick yo face up off the pavement' And ask them women about me' Bet they say I hit slow' sh**' they love me' Because b**h I'm me like Brisco Don't judge me' Unless you feel the pain in my pit too' Disgusting' A horror movie' This just the preview Don't make me meet you treat you then leave you where you lay for trying to play with me I'm prisoner of my own pain' Can you define slavery' I'm education to the streets' Yall since-less when yall hating me' This name this fame this brain this pain this game This what yall gave to me I'm a soul survivor like Young Jeezy and Akon on a n***a I got my own problems' never had the nerve to hate another n***a I'd rather display my love loyalty and respect on a track with them Never ignorant getting goals accomplished' It's an acronym I've been sacrificing to get a job' believe it or not Me and the music go together like a plant and a pot Life s crazy I've had enough' but never had enough of gripping the guap So don't hate me if you f** around and catch me kicking a rock Baby I'm about to blow' I can't rush God's work because he in control All of my ladies' you got to hold on to your love like Envogue Stay strong for the men who out they mind' Don't let them lose they soul Rather he work a nine to five or he move that blow If he provide, respect him and let him know He the man around this motherf**er Who real enough to catch a cold get sick break down the dro and roll one up separate Give you yo own blunt because I don't want you catching sh** Some education and common since is what you better get So proud every time I turn on my TV and see my president Black beautiful and rich' with an even richer personality I'm talking Barack Obama' I'm talking about Scatta G I'm talking about Michael Jordan I'm talking about Michael Jackson I'm talking about Missy Elliot Young Lloyd and Nelly And my music make haters feel so worthless' They gone site down and do some soul searching' Eliminate the hate' I'm a doctor on the track' a cold surgeon' I'll k** you n***as with my old verses' Ask me to demonstrate' No' No' You don't deserve to see royalty when we rock and roll And you don't wanna see me when I got a knot to cop a Glock Because I won't hesitate to make it co*k back and explode In yo motherf**ing face' b**h' So find yo little a** somebody else to play wit' Because I'll sit back' watch you get started and finished' Six feet up under the village' Before I get a chance to say sh**' Tell me who really handling business' And turn everything secondary until business get finished Never thought I would meet someone who would have to serve their life in prison' Somebody snitchin' Which makes it appropriate enough for me to mention' Im 22 with no kids' I guess I just don't look good enough for the b**hes' I love a woman that can move me' Sooth me' And in any situation she keep it groovy' Little black cutie' Little fat booty' If it ain't me she giving nobody that coochie ma' Gotta ride two seat' Like Yo Gotti and Gucci Man