Brother, you've on my mind, oh brother We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but the blues Oh but brother have I got for you, I'm something And I you know that I'm something too
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap And all that stupid but I'm gonna address it And after I get it off my chest may God it I invest four minutes exactly for everyone Who had the to attack me
I quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker 'Cause to just sit with this I've only gotten sicker Yet I react without even a crack in my But the only way he to bring this shit to a closure
I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, and blind have heard me But I ain't even breathin' I get an even 30 I could casually clap up the front of throwback jersey
You makin' me hafta talk way, ain'tcha? You makin' me hafta talk way You forcin' me to walk way Maybe my will get bought this way
Niggaz down around me, I make 'em superstitious And one of my vices used to be to look visually vicious But instead I use my and I fed niggaz something nutritious But you appreciate what a sacrifice this is
And I know you ambitious young men, you my best wishes Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best When you assassinate my character, not one misses So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little
Fuck fakin', there has been some taken But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone you halfway You know me, will surely owe me
it comes to respect, I only put my family before me And the ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger And be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and
Amateurs and pros, hard-head and hoes, also friends and foes Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around Lo This is my Glockapella and I'll be wearing forever Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two in the sky
'Cause ain't nobody around ready to die But if there's more that you want, can't but one win And I'm damn sure to try motherfucker, yeah Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, on
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad Decide to ride your street and just hurt somebody bad You know, as in house, hurt somebody's or somebody's spouse You see what I'm saying and you know I can be I'm sayin'
And I got the most to lose but you on my shoes, nigga You a target and will remain a target until you are hit You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still for it I ain't of ya, never been scared of ya
If anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so of ya Take that to the brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red brother, you what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I ain't mad at niggaz, I tricked you
We got a real awful goin' down, getting down There's a whole lot of talkin' going You best believe me before I pack up and out of town I gladly gone and glock one of them down
I said, bring me the funk, I the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the I said me the funk, I can handle the funk Just me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfucker