April
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Yeah, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused my mamma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass I get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs i'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
I Told Dre from the gate I carried the heat for ya
First mixtape song i inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya
G-G-G-G Unit Fo Ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold and
Had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo"
So Niggas betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn yo' projects into columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened to DC
This nigga ain't Gotti
He pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems yo' little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the doubts was out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth
Haha
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose winners win
This is real we ain't gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change its stayin the same
How many of them boys was wit ya
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin with the snub
Cus niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club
Til they coughing on the rug
I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model was gone
Snortin up his drugs
Bad enough we want me to choke
My boi' just got poked in the throat
Now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now im speedin' reminiscin'
Holdin' my weed here never listen
If I see him, im'a lift him
Maybe that'll even the score
But if not it'll be me on the floor.
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head'n envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
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I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and i made them sales
As a youth man i used to hustle for loot
With that little deuce deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy jesus, rockin' the leases
But mama whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think thank god im blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know im still nice wit my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang
Thats why im loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homie I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die
I took the bullets outta fifty put em in my fo' five
And i aint even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head'n envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
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