Haterade

You lames can't stop me mane I'm a locomotive train So stay in ya fuckin' lane Before i blow ya fuckin' brain It's a dirty shame all of the tricks up in the game They try to bring me down But I just level up again Am God blessed So I don't stress about nothin' All this work I been puttin in gon' come out to sumthin' Aint worried, mi know everything soo curry You can't open the doors that God made for me If I never grew my locs My raps woulda get a lot more props Not my fault they can't see through that So they put me in a box Say mi jus' fi sing One Drop Maybe do some Dancehall tracks Not saying I'm not into that But rap is where my heart is at And if I don't oblige then I'll be crucified You know what they mean by that - career suicide If that's what it is then I'm gonna do and die Cuz I'll be rapping til' the Lord close my eyes I'm known for ripping the mic and causing excitement When I jump on the beat all the haters get silent They know the King in the place and I always get 'er done They wanna rap about guns, I wanna rap about fun Different strokes for different folks, that's just the way it goes They said I wasn't real, now they're looking like Pinocchio My flow is stupid cold, sum'n like 4 below So even when I'm in Jamaica I can still feel the snow I ain't braggin', no, just tryna keep it real Cuz they tried to put me on ice They tried to stop my kids' meals All I wanted to was make an honest mil' But they don't want me to do that So now these niggas is gon' feel that I'ma roll up on 'em, in a tint black Cadillac, BLAT, from ma fuckin' Gat