I should have been out, Iâ€™m d-d-deadly when I p-p-pull the pin
out. keep frontin,
Iâ€™m a try -try-try your shit out, I knock a
lot-lot-lot-lot-lot-lot of men out keep frontin,
Iâ€™m a try-try-try your shit out. I knock a lot-lot, I knock a
lot-lot-lot of men out.
Keep frontin, Keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin
Yall know what time it is,
When everybodyâ€™s game is everybody elseâ€™s hustle and
And somebody else is blamed, Whenever I became,
I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flames.
I never refrain from loading up and taking aim.
Like chickâ€™s flows are different I never come the same.
My mic would be the dame, written or off the brain,
I show up with my chest pumping hard like Notre Dame.
I loosed and I regain, Hustle is in the vein,
Iâ€™m drinking protein shakes to muscle up the brain.
In a black Chevy Suburban sipping champagne, with Champagne,
Dick out doing the dam thang.
Moving in the fast lane, with the blast thangs, On the way to da
Do the ski-mask thang.
I donâ€™t know whatâ€™s so funny, cuz I ainâ€™t laughing.
Da pot is for a dead body, Guess whoâ€™s casting.
Cena spittin for the bump, bump, bump for the knucks,
Ya whole crew is getting dump, dump, dump wit the chumps,
Ya rollin like Donald Trump, Trump, Trump wit da bucks,
Yo bitch ass is gettin jump, jump, jump cuz you suck, follow
You stick around, round, round when itâ€™s hot,
You claimin you down, down, down but you not,
You try to offer me a pound, pound, pound you get got,
I canâ€™t wait to here the sound, sound, sound of you shot, you
Itâ€™s time to show, show, show I got plans,
Thatâ€™s all you want, You betta go, go, go get your mans.
Illegal hustle, ainâ€™t no, no, no fuckin with grands.
Stash da heat cuz I can throw, throw, throw wit my hands, Iâ€™m
On screen, screen, screen wit these flicks,
Catch me on the scene, scene, scene wit three chicks,
I fuck like a fiend, fiend, fiend wit three dicks,
Fuck a sixteen, teen, teen Iâ€™m just sick.
My camo colors dog, they be badge and brown.
That shit was all love till you cowards came around.
With da same old sound, thatâ€™s why your payrollâ€™s down,
Thatâ€™s how da games goes now, thatâ€™s why you ainâ€™t gain
Cuz you stuck on then dog, you ainâ€™t on now,
And thatâ€™s how itâ€™s been baby cuz you donâ€™t know how.
You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats donâ€™t pound,
I move quicker than the words on the street go round.
I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down,
You let yo heat go blao, if you ainâ€™t speak profound.
I write sixteens down, till I hit green now.
Making up slang, ainâ€™t no da shit me now.
Tradmarc, mark records, yall write da real name down.
You can catch on every marquee in town.
Saying Tradmarc ainâ€™t nobody like you now,
Probably sweating this track dog, Iâ€™ll wipe your brow.
You see. Thatâ€™s all it takes.
Is for a man to make an effort. To be Effective.
And if your not affective, then your defective.