A lot of snakes in my grass, they ain't think I'd notice
Keep the grass cut low, lawnmowers, kept running
Fxcking everybody wanna accepted in my circle
You and I know, you ain't with it, you don't fit inside this circle
You the type to run and hide when you done found yourself in pressure
Got a couple niggas with me, keep that 40 on the dresser
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
Motivated by the paper, this cheddar, and my confetti
Lines, come, too sharp, like a goddamn machete
Mention me, I'm looking for your "off" switch ("off" switch)
You can miss me with that mothafxcking fake shxt (fake shxt)
I'm hella complicated, and you basic (basic)
Ain't too many niggas that I hang with (hang with)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I'm always on the go, and I can't seem to ever stand still
Forever telling the truth
Cause bxtch, I got no chill
Fxck you and your thoughts, cause you forever trying to judge me
Judge me
So now we face to face, now what you say to me
I'm here, in the flesh, what's the problem
It's whatever you wanna do, we can solve em
Mac 11s, dirty sticks, or gold revolvers
We can do the Matrix shxt, but you ain't dodging
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
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A lot of snakes in my grass, they ain't think I'd notice
Keep the grass cut low, lawnmowers, kept running
Fxcking everybody wanna accepted in my circle
You and I know, you ain't with it, you don't fit inside this circle
You the type to run and hide when you done found yourself in pressure
Got a couple niggas with me, keep that 40 on the dresser
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
Motivated by the paper, this cheddar, and my confetti
Lines, come, too sharp, like a goddamn machete
Mention me, I'm looking for your "off" switch ("off" switch)
You can miss me with that mothafxcking fake shxt (fake shxt)
I'm hella complicated, and you basic (basic)
Ain't too many niggas that I hang with (hang with)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I'm always on the go, and I can't seem to ever stand still
Forever telling the truth
Cause bxtch, I got no chill
Fxck you and your thoughts, cause you forever trying to judge me
Judge me
So now we face to face, now what you say to me
I'm here, in the flesh, what's the problem
It's whatever you wanna do, we can solve em
Mac 11s, dirty sticks, or gold revolvers
We can do the Matrix shxt, but you ain't dodging
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
Keep the grass cut low, lawnmowers, kept running
Fxcking everybody wanna accepted in my circle
You and I know, you ain't with it, you don't fit inside this circle
You the type to run and hide when you done found yourself in pressure
Got a couple niggas with me, keep that 40 on the dresser
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
Motivated by the paper, this cheddar, and my confetti
Lines, come, too sharp, like a goddamn machete
Mention me, I'm looking for your "off" switch ("off" switch)
You can miss me with that mothafxcking fake shxt (fake shxt)
I'm hella complicated, and you basic (basic)
Ain't too many niggas that I hang with (hang with)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I'm always on the go, and I can't seem to ever stand still
Forever telling the truth
Cause bxtch, I got no chill
Fxck you and your thoughts, cause you forever trying to judge me
Judge me
So now we face to face, now what you say to me
I'm here, in the flesh, what's the problem
It's whatever you wanna do, we can solve em
Mac 11s, dirty sticks, or gold revolvers
We can do the Matrix shxt, but you ain't dodging
Everybody wanna be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain't even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume, and you a hoe boy (hoe boy)
I go hard for this shxt
I'll die for this shxt
You ain't got a pot to piss in, you ain't made for this shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I'm a Master of the Fist, and I'm ready to throw em bxtch
Writer: DaMarcus Stewart
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