T-Minus - CPR lyrics

They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated And the other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it When they doubt me or they out me, make me stronger, make me face it But I know I'm not a phase, I'mma be one of the greatest In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams Didn't wanna stop, wanna ta be a lyricist Then I switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope, got caught on that j**elery sh** Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought n***as don't wanna hear that sh** I could've done that sh** 5 years fore him, but they come along with them sentences Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil' on a table, I ain't even sign One out two and I turned it down, did a lot of sh** in this life of mine I ain't have to help, I had to grind, no complaints These rap n***as, I know em all, 99% n***as lying It go industry, fake as f**, you don't like it shut me up n***as saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake em up Flat line heartbeat, game in a coma n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna Grew up up on that Outkast, every hood, I was an outcast In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks, get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag And we got big boy guns, hold hundred That's for any p**y a** n***a wanna run up What it do, Ross? What'up, Wayne? Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane n***as ask me why I never done a song with Plies What's Understood don't got to be explained so I never replied Race for the money, never get tired Plug on the way, he never retired Order a Hundred and put that on my name Is d**h on the money, it's blood on my chain That .40 we got bodies, n***as k**ing for hobbies We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby b**hes f**ing for free, n***as k**ing for pennies CMG that the team, we in the streets and we winning HOOK Remember Sosa told Tony not to f** with me Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep Then Tony wana go in but he a** dead So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said But he was f**ing with that dope and he wasn't focused Read between the lines, I'm talking to you locals I'm talkin to any n***a that want war Then let me get my M's up, you don't want war HOOK I wanna, plant of marijuana Not a plant, but a field Not a field, but a dome See n***as cook yay Serve fiends, same home Same n***as, G'd up b**h up, same zone I wanna, look at n***as different, but I can't I wanna, try to trust these b**hes, but I ain't n***as instagramin cars that they know ain't theirs You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares