AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected
You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said - whenever I would walk by
I never tripped though - always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew, that I would find my way
After the darkest night always comes a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said "Bet!," and never let 'em see me sweat
Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all
While non-believers were prayin' for my downfall
And some would call and tell me that they wish me well
But in my heart, I'm knowin' that they wish me hell
Yo, get a real job, rappin' doesn't pay the rent
I hate the studio, cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got
Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you reminisce, thinkin' how you got dissed
Remember how it felt and then remember this
Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger
Cause they can all suck dikk - it's strictly for my nikkas
This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shyt or I'll be back doin' stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and come knockin' to get 'cha
I told you once, motherfukker, I'm a nut
Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin' when you're fukked
nikkas know what's up but they be tryin' to hold me down
I'm comin' outta Oaktown, bytch fukk around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
nikka it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
And to the marks that be talkin' all that shyt
Screamin' out the next nikka's name like a bytch
And the nikkas that I ran into recently
The motherfukkers at the club that pulled the piece on me
You little bytches shoulda pulled the fukkin' trigga
Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nikka
Mr. Troublesome; nikkas tried to play me with the gat
But like Terminator, nikka, I'll be back
Yeah! And I'll be back with a fukkin' army
You tried to harm me - ring the alarm, G
Cause most motherfukkers love to act up
Without they backup
When they get jacked up they crack up
It's strictly for my nikkas at the show
So they know, not to play me like a ho
Strictly for my ...
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