Lyrics
Eh-yo I'm motivated, A million men want my head
Want me dead, Want me red, Want me bled, Watch me drop
down wrong, I got clowned on
cuz I'm not brown, but they found out I'm hound dogg'd
Dammit motha fucka, Why y'all gotta gimme headache
Admitt me betta than every1, I'm tha rap Jimmy Hendrix
Fuck it, Boys knoe that I'll break a boy's bone
I'm tha best at my shit like motha fuckin' Roy Jones
cuz my throw's different, But yo bitches, I'm so gifted
You gon' get it, Bitch, You don't get it
Whatz tha point of rap? You can't make your own style?
Be your own man, And hear it when you go wild
When you got rage, And when you on stage
and when you rock mics, and when you talk hype
and when you grow old and ur legacy unfolds
and you can tell your grand kids that you loved rap yo
Eh-yo I'll blaze back, I'm gonna save rap
I'm there for it, I love it, baby I care for it
I'm gonna blaze back, Eh yo I'll save rap
I'm made for it, I love it, baby I stay gloried
Eh-yo I'll blaze back, Becuz I love rap
I'm there for it, I'll save it baby I care for it
I'm bout to bust back becuz I love rap
I'm there for it, I love it a lot I care for it
And right now, I'm mad, Mad like a motha fucka
Rap is a culture, Who said that it was a color?
Itz not, So who in tha motha fuck brought this weather
upon me, Mad props to tha Knockless Records
Ya gon see what I see, and who tha hell he be
A Latin Goin' Platinum, bitches, fuckin' LGP
Dammit.. I put all my time into this shit
to make sure that every line is like a diamond, and itz rich
Climbin' in this shit, Every song I elevate
I'm a lion in this shit, All tha dome I celebrate
I'm hella hated, Killa-baited and I'm underrated
Until I make it, I'm gonna fake it and fuckin' take it
Tha ache in my back, I think I'm breakin' my ribs
I think I'm bout to give up, Witha blade in my wrist
I think that rap is gonna die and I think I'll die wit it
I gave it a try, wit tha Lord's eye as my witness
Cuz I need to Win you, Win You
Cuz I need to Win You, Win You
Cuz I need to Win You, Win You
Cuz I need to Win You, Win You
Eh-yo I'll blaze back, I'm gonna save rap
I'm there for it, I love it, baby I care for it
I'm gonna blaze back, Eh yo I'll save rap
I'm made for it, I love it, baby I stay gloried
Eh-yo I'll blaze back, Becuz I love rap
I'm there for it, I'll save it baby I care for it
I'm bout to bust back becuz I love rap
I'm there for it, I love it a lot I care for it
So now I'm packin' up, I'm a rappin' chump
But back it up, cuz you're wack as fuck
and I'm blazin' back, savin' rap, Makin' 'em mad
cuz I'm a bad motha fucka, Str8 breakin' 'em backs
Keep talkin' shit to me, Holla don't stop now
I'll kill you, Crack it when tha colla bone pop out
Motha fucker, I gotta lotta punks to skin you
Don't continue, I'll stomp a fuckin' mudhole in you
And I don't knoe what tha fuck you freakin' jealous of?
Why can't you give it up and give me a little love?
Fuck
