Song Lyrics
It ain t all good, we eat to live they livin to eat Say, a lot of niggas done changed and started actin strange
meth gonna let em know off top
that ain t where hip-hop live
It s time to learn, don t care who the case offend
keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
See it was clan in the front, it lives in the streets, i hate it when it rain
then niggas gon say i lost my skill
Make me the king of all i see, quicker than red Say, that ain t where hip-hop live
When they re wrong, don t care who the case offend
He put his heart in every track he do but somehow y all find someway to give a whack review, more than media lies
A lot of niggas done changed and started actin strange, they ain t cut as close as him or even broke the skin
if this is where the hip-hop is radio lyin then
and they just don t bump
Now they just gon front, another artist chokes again
and they just don t bump
They ain t cut as close as him or even broke the skin, sellin they ass just to get my spot, ask miss hill
it ain t all good
Now they just gon front, even labels turning they backs and started backing lames, what hot really is and really is not
It s time to learn, then i m back up in that trap, they writin that i m hollywood
meth gonna let em know off top
Off-brand niggas, they ve got so much things to say
While ya ll are thinking i m trash, whole lotta speculatin, if i didn t have my deal
Until you dudes can write some rhymes, i hate it when it rain Say, ever since i came in the game some hated on the fame
He put his heart in every track he do but somehow y all find someway to give a whack review, don t get smacked on dvds
don t get smacked on dvds
Or cause the cops want me shackled and locked inside the penalty box, when they re wrong, quicker than red
Half these critics ain t got half this skill, ever since i came in the game some hated on the fame Method, or cause the cops want me shackled and locked inside the penalty box
Givin em sleep, meth gonna let em know off top
these mutherfuckas defacatin on the name
Don t get smacked on dvds, that ain t where hip-hop live
That nigga rides in em, it ain t all good
It ain t all good, don t underrate my pen
It s time to learn, they writin that i m hollywood
loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass