Training Season - 8 Ball lyrics

[Verse 1: GP] Man this sh** is homicidal This the type of verse that God ripped from the bible Goddamn b**hes be waving at me like tidals While their ex mans be saying that I'm an idol I don't give a f** cause y'all know when it's pure They trying to shut me out, I stuck my foot in the door I'm lyrical to the core, they're calling me young Shakur I'm out to k** the game without showing any remorse n***as talk a lot of sh** but in the end I could really care less if you f** with my tactics Whether you like me or not you can kiss my a** So they either say God bless or forgive this ba*tard I'd rather use a fist than a handgun While all you n***as walking around with a silver spoon I been repping this since the womb, this is signature tune I'm out to k** the game and get respect from these coons [Hook: GP] And all you n***as wanna ball You motherf**ers say you want it all Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Long time neglected, now its time to respect it So witness the wrath of the Tempest Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! [Verse 2: King Caexar] Fool get caught behind the 8 ball like cues and pool sticks Scenery thick with smell of booze and hubris, round here Don't need to rent a Ron Jeremy flick to see a big dick (Uh) Lyrically at a distance off the metric Missing merits like lepers be missing digits Screw the beggars, egotistical rhetoric Embedded sour taste in your mouth like pure citric Critics no where to be found like knees in Paralympics n***a i'm heading east capitol bound, with the hunger of anorexics slumber with a couple of misfits Plotting to murder fiends from all 13 districts Spilling beans like clumsy teens at taco bell hmmph Dim wits get it cracking like mistress whips On the back of submissive pricks Flow drips like Ellen DeGeneres lips around a pair of tits [Hook: GP] And all you n***as wanna ball You motherf**ers say you want it all Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Long time neglected, now its time to respect it So witness the wrath of the Tempest Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! [Verse 3: duhkidd] Yeah, now this my old sh** Beat box rhymes locked in the code sh** Pull it out while I drive gotta focus Cause she gonna s** on the man like a locust Give a f** I'm the man, hope you noticed The praying mantis, flow like a lotus flower bomb (Boom!) battle for an hour long Posted with a french b**h out in Avalon She turned into a freak when the camera on Say she love me cause I f** her like a vagabond Gold member let me get my Austin powers on Do this in my sleep got pajamas on n***as trying to eat like it's Ramadan But when it comes to that cheese I'm like papa john's No for real I ain't playing with my Parmesan Y'all phony y'all comic-con...yeah [Hook: GP] And all you n***as wanna ball You motherf**ers say you want it all Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Long time neglected, now its time to respect it So witness the wrath of the Tempest Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball! Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! [Outro: GP] Ayo I bet you listening now ain't you? I bet you listening now aren't you huh? Like (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!) This is for every motherf**er that doubted (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! ) Every motherf**er that talk sh** Every mother f**er that didn't want to believe f** you! Eat a dick! (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! ) Its all about Training Season n***a (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! ) f** this sh** im out n***a... And yeah f** you Fat Albert, you f**ing fata**!