Uptown Greg - Scouts Report lyrics

[Verse] Tired of this fake rap, hate in my heart So the money can't help that, I want to k** people But I can't so I sit back, I know right from wrong But I can't 'til the get back, I move with the people But them s**ers want me ripped up, how do that feel When you don't know about my problems, I move so hostile Like, what the f**'s my problem? Fee-fi-fo-fum My heart is just dissolving, I got the best defense I got the best offense, that won't help When your mind can't process, your mind so clouded You're stuck up in the projects, let's stop war And let's stay up on that topic, you a great person And don't forget that I'm watching, I wear two watches Cause I don't miss a step, a legend in the flesh Smell gold on my breath, BasedGod a wizard Of the red, white, and blue, yeah I'm in the flesh Rap for the fitness, I'm the rawest artist As lord is my witness, I'ma win a Grammy My time, represent this, you representing Based Keep going, keep living, if you not Based Keep going, I love you, tired of the people Walking by me in public, I got emotions too You see me, say "hello", even bad days Turn bright with a smile, moms played cello Violins, cousin, I did boys choir But I always stayed thugging, thugging 'til the end That's the end of discussion, you keep playing with me Them people, no coverage, all became a game With the money and the genders, I'm so underground Like, "where's Master Splinter?", I'm coming for the mainstream Real n***a, fake n***a, that's the same thing Damn How you gon' get back? My n***as in the hood Get shot just for being black, this was all planned This was not a coincidence, born into a place Where nobody want me living in, reflection of the world We the same, but can you see this sh**? I got fired from work Tears in my eyes, every time I cry Release the hate inside, I feel so cold But I know I'ma shine, keep your head up For me one time, for the grind Don't want to jinx myself, but I feel the feds on my line Real street n***a, man, I'm getting over Self made n***a, put the money in the sofa [Outro] Step it up, man Hoop Life mixtape This for life, man If any of you n***as... I know a lot of you n***as ain't even really about that rap You know what I'm saying? That real hip-hop A lot of you n***as don't even give a f** I might f** you n***as 'til the end man f** any of these s**ers 'til the end man n***as coming in... You know, this real rap, on mine Real hip-hop, on mine You know, it's all a n***a got, still You know, gutter still You know, we building houses out of this You know what I'm saying? That's how we doing it