ReasonableMatic
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Mawfukka I’m The Truth
If you ever seen it
Words so clear, I just say it like I mean it
U nikkas betta D up, I’m in my Zone
The Real is back nikka, Jeezy‘s home
Streets miss me, I been gone for a minute
Give these lil nikkas they 5 seconds of fame
Times up, I’m back for my place
Just loggin on nikka, this is MySpace
We ain’t buying what you sellin, cause we know it ain’t true
And all that shyt that you talkin, yeah we know it ain’t you
Before Rap, I was still big timing
Favorite rapper on the show, I’m STILL headlining
Take me back to the Cartier, the tic-tac-toe
The year was ‘98 and I was cashin out 4
“Just do the speed limit” that’s what I used to tell em
Break em down in 62’s, is how we used to sell em
A G, I came back with 30
I was prayin’ for a blessing, I guess Christmas came early
I’m in the hood everyday, ain’t no dancin’ goin’ on
20 do 10, just for talkin’ on the phone
Penitentiary chances, back circumstances
Now I get a 100 just to breathe on the mic
Pistol charge in Miami, never won a Grammy
I keep it TOO real, so they STILL tryna Ban me
Got that ‘92 paper, that What It Do paper
A nikka don’t like me, then he’s a mawfukkin hater
Real G shyt when you break down my bars
Plus the hood know the way I break down those cars
Made all the real nikkas proud to be REAL nikkas
I came from nothing, I got everything
I gave you Streets Iz Watchin nikka, how could you doubt me?
Then I gave you Trap Or Die nikka, how could you out me?
Then I dropped my first week and did about 180
That’s why my attitude is like “Fukk you, pay me”
nikkas pockets get Slim and they get Shady
We agreed to disagree, we had a big shootout
U nikkas talk too much,go on KILL me already
If I shoot, nikka I woulda done it already
They’ll never take me alive
I’m gettin high with my AR cocked back,I keep it right on my lap
And if u lookin’ for me dawg, I'll be right in the trap
And if you lookin for my hands, they be right on my strap
I keep my friends close, but my enemies closer
All black .40 Cal, two clips, no holster
24's on the Phantom, all black, no chauffeur
Just a stove in my trap, no beds, no sofas
Now I'm sprayin' Febreze, just to hide the odor
Keep ya eyes on the window, while i mix this soda
Get it crackin' I'm the life of the party
But the hatin’ nikkas wanna to leave holes in my body
I’m MORE than a car
I’m MORE than a chain
I’m MORE than a watch
I’m MORE than a name
I’m HERE
- Jeezy (I’m Here)
