[Intro: SMTH]

Uh–huh

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[Verse 1: SMTH]

Now what y'all wanna do

Wanna bes, son of me's

Smitty Corle' on his Steez

Grinding all week, same shit on the weekend

If life is a pool then I'm jumping off the deep end

Peep my back stroke, hit it till her back broke

She gave me head lock, make that kitty cat choke

Shawty I'm the man, more dapper than Dan

Say my name twice like Duran Duran

The law of the land, got the world through my hands

Tony Montana, no coke, just rhyming grammar

Dodging the slammer, they say I'm guilty by my skin tone

But I've never been to jail, yea I've been home

Non-authentic, y'all been cloned, no maid lays a plate, play kid I've been grown

Now let me demonstrate, I've never been afraid

Man, you fucking with a renegade

I'm eons beyond whatever you rather be on

Smoother than Billy D, yea I'm cooler than Freon

I'm major, these perpetrators are about to get exposed

Contemplating on what the ? a rhythm to my soul

Let them know, please, somebody let them know

You going against the grain, boy, that's the wrong way to go

I'm too legit to quit, we ain't moving on the same route

For my units in the mix, I'm where you better stay out

Any issue my riders will come and get you

My clique is official, they never tickle

They breaking bone gristles

I hear a lot of talking when I turn my back

But when I turn around, they pat, they don't say jack

You better just lay flat, we don't ask we just take that

Know some killas that will kill you for 8 stacks

Mentality of a run away slave, we alive but we digging our own grave

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]

I said hats off and let this be the last straw

I'm sick and tired of having to sneak in through the back door

Scratch that I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

How you not going to give me mine, every time I rip a line

I haven't seen the limelight, and a right mind

Rappers base their careers off of white lies

A ghost writer been why he so nice

Any time he spit some of his lines, it's no concept

You're not sick, you're looking for a day off

And I'm losing sight of the game, call me Ray Charles

Got me thinking I should try to go AWOL

And randomly slide into first, so let’s play ball

I stand ready with a Louisville Slugger

And a great amount of courage that few could still muster

Cause I'm nice, and I was poised to shine

Grab your aviator shades, keep your pupils still covered

People still love it, ‘cause I'm showing differences

The difference is, when I spit, I'm actually making sense

Stay synonymous to syllabic lyricists

Looking for radio play and they're making hits

Non-conformity what all of you conforming to

Your fan base is screaming death of the auto tune

I would form crowds if I was inaudible

And rap losing out, so I choose to applaud the few

Who stay part of it, didn't become narcissists

That beef about cars, whips and insufficient arguments

I order these celebrities who are pouring Cris'

And probably get their lines from a starter kit to get the bars to spit

Super heroes with drape capes and face paints

Putting stars in check, fake Bapes

Grab your AKs, we're looking for some weight slaves

When we drop we bring the dynamite, JJ

I been here to provide them facts

But you like sing-a-longs and campfire raps

The difference between, you and I, is that

I can rap and I don't brag about designer bags

Besides the fact, that these guys are whack

It took me 15 minutes just to write this track

Tell me how you liking that, bitch