I Really Mean It

Yeah, The Warm Up

Lemme stretch out

Yeah



They say I'm the down south Nas

The east coast Pac

The Carolina Andre

The Fayettenam Kanye

So join it, ya can't beat it

To all the nonbelievers

If you missed it I'll repeat it

I'm the light skinned Jesus



Here's my thesis for them n*ggas with them pieces like Reese's

We ballin while we winking at your b*tch up in the bleachers

She fiending just to hop up on my sh*t

Like she was featured on that piece of sh*t, man

Keep on squeaking like some sneakers on the court

Here's some lines you can snort

Food for thought here's a fork

No pork, dammit keep it pure, organic

What's the score, Lord it's a blowout

You n*ggas out here shoutin but see me I'm just gonna show out

B*tches destiny no doubt

N*ggas testing me more but I'm sure

Look homie I know my sh*t can give a tour of the sewer

I'm bored this sh*t is simple

On instrumentals I'm Kimbo, slicing on any tempo

I'm busting like many pimples on the temple,

Ho hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce

No disrespect to HOV but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay

I almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep em

Cause if I said it, I really, I really, I really mean it



Yeah and that's just a Warm Up baby

Lemme give it to 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, n*gga



I rep my city in your city

Just to let you n*ggas know just where I'm comin from

Ville' n*gga troublesome

Gats all around n*ggas waist like a coma blunt

Leave you leakin' 'til a plumber come

Still we ain't running from no man

Look b*tch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman

Ey pack your packs mama we gettin the f*ck up outta Poland

Cause I'm programmed for the dough

While you hold hands with a ho

You ain't got no chance when I flow

B*tch I was a grown man when I was four

Boy, so sit your ass down

You lookin at the class clown

Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin n*gga best dressed

Back in school you was just a stupid n*gga

And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker

Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin n*ggas

Stupid n*gga, see me I rather tell the truth to n*ggas

You out here stuntin, n*ggas is out here frontin

N*gga you good for nothin

I'm freestylin coming off the dome

B*tch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone

I don't even know why I said that

And b*tch I get bread that's enormous

Ya'll n*ggas on my d*ck man I'm dormant

That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho

That means I'm about this dough

N*gga I'm coming off the dome

B*tch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body

B*tch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty

No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby

N*gga know

I'm coming through I got the sicker flow

I've hit them motherf*ckin n*ggas with that

N*gga know that drunk sh*t I'll sh*t

Comin through I spill sh*t like whoops, b*tch

You need to read a book b*tch