Note to Self

Let me let this shit rock Can I let this shit rock? (You better let that shit rock) Alright, let this shit rock Ayo Juan, let that shit rock, nigga Ayo bring that bass in to the right Bring that bass in to the left Bring them chords in Man nah man f*ck them chords Bring that bass back in Yeah, let me talk to 'em Kam'Roc a fucking king like Coretta, betta than the best, yes Yo I might not have any buff biceps but nevertheless I still beat these pussies up like this was rough sex Rough neck, so tell me motherfucker yo who the f*ck next Like dog you don't wanna crash on the canvas Rumble in the ring, or try to box with my bad ass Dog these punchlines, they stay on point like broke glass So get back, or run the risk of getting yo shit stabbed (Poked the f*ck up!) And that's straight up like elevators Ay do me a favor man tell these haters stop being haters (With yo bitch ass!) Cuz all I'm tryna do is generate a, shit load of paper Burn some now and I burn some more later Rubber band 10 grand with a 100 benjis Then hit the mall with all of my niggas yeah go crazy (Fucking nuts!) Cop everything in every shop until there isn't any Thing left to cop but a shoe box that's already empty And just to be petty, I'll buy that too Just to say I took it all from you, yeah you nigga Damn right I am selfish but who Gonna stop me from doing what I do, nobody (uh-uh!) Nobody, not a motherfucking soul And that fact has stayed the same since the kid like was like 6 old Scratch that, since day my mom push me out of that pussy Niggas knew that I'd was gon be that jigga running the show So, gon head and throw the towel in homie Cuz I got this shit singing like it was a violin homie My technique it can't be beat, like it was shaolin homie I'm built to score, so you can stop that fouling homie All up in yo timeline while you be browsing homie Cuz the ears of the media is what I shout in homie Like Mike with the mic, yo I got these labels scouting homie (They can't check me nigga!) So go and sit your ass in the corner for all of that pouting homie (Sit yo ass in timeout nigga!) Did I let that shit ride for a nigga? Did I let that shit ride for a nigga? Did I let that shit ride for a nigga? Dedicate this note to my self To my self To my self