1998 Lyrics

I was blessed with the sharpest tongue in the land

Fuck around I hit a lick and slice you up where you stand

Tryna' be on G shit, you should run while you can

You know there's less room for error with a gun in your hand

Know youngin's known to throw punches till they numb in the hands

And like in high school flicks they gon' come for the bands

Bet when them youngin's rolled up in a roughed up sedan

And fucked up your mans too it wasn't something you planned

Shit they jealous in the field where I steadily build

So when I'm stacking a mill I'll be strapping to kill

They always making empty threats but never check em' for real

Because I got a little tea that I'd be happy to spill

Gotta keep dirt on anybody making a move

They either preying on you or they're praying you lose

That's why they throw shade and stay evading the truth

I done seen it many times, still amazes me too

I mean my homies favorite artist tried to scam me for a couple hunnid

Guess he can rap, but ain't smart enough to profit from it

Tell my dawg, turn that shit off, I can't even hear it

It's crazy I used to fucking love it

Hate it or love it I guess

I called his bluff, I just had to get that off of my chest

Could fill a million verses with the sins they won't fucking confess

Everybody tryna' blow up, but want none of this stress yeah

All they tryna' do is rest like the rest of em

Only reaching for the stars when they next to them

How you living off the next man's come up

Scared to get your own, trust, mine you'll get none of

I'm grinding all winter just to shine all summer

Got the game mapped out, but sometimes I wonder

There's always gon' be those doing sci-fi numbers

Wondering if that could satisfy my hunger

O-Sevens youngin's running this shit

Had to cut a couple loose, they was fronting and shit

Took a while for me to figure y'all do nothing legit

Smartest youngins in the room going dumb in this bitch

I come from the bits of limbo

Stunting tryna' make that bread tenfold

Type of youth to out spit your album on an intro

Quick to shut em' down if they too nosey for the info

Cause if they run their mouth then all respect is out the window

Take a hint tho', I don't want your ass near me

That goes for bimbo's, who's all ears but don't hear me

I'm sonning em, matter fact fuck em', I'm done with them

So much so, fuck you too if you run with them

You can find me in the Sevens or Four-Seven-Five

My youngin's hit the blue court to get in exercise

I run the break with my brethren sure to let it fly

If you ain't bout' to step up you should step aside