The Takerproof - Puttin' Me On My Knees lyrics

I tote hammers around like cell phones keep 'em on my belt So if you think you hotter than toon keep it to yourself Yeah I'm holding conversation you can speak to it yourself Just know when I reach I ain't reaching for my health And it ain't just for me I just ain't speakin for streets I'm Belle Pepper slash across I'll pour your blood in the streets But every angel go hard to be in sequence with myself I run around spittin flame extinguishing myself And nobody gave me this vision I seen the sh** myself Far as rap go I'm just competing with myself So some of my nicest bars I'm speaking to myself Rap n***as can't f** with me I'm sleeping with myself And I'm having my biggest issues beefin with myself Might do some dumb sh** to get even with myself But look how far I got just believing in myself n***a... [Hook 4x: Sample] Puttin' me on my knees, puttin' me on my kness tellin' me move and I'm dead Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts And stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack And f** goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm f**in the s*uts and hoes The bigger the bu*ts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before [Hook] When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the n***a can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real n***a bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales of young black males Yes n***a, N-I-G-G-A n***as Ay n***a you can't handle that sh**! Pa** that man! Puttin' me on my kness tellin' me move and I'm dead