My Neck of the Woods

I speak softly but i carry a big stick Look your bigger sister, knows i got a big dick You little niggas should really, watch what your saying and shit I’m being nice, because I didn’t even have to lay with the bitch, for real I hold grudges, never believe in forgiveness Don’t try to act like you don’t remember who Quinn is Ain't no breadwinners Except me, crumb snatcher, I’m the pioneer Don't know how can you can overlook me when I’m the biggest guy in here And some of you schmucks really are brave You surf the web, to ride the next niggas wave Even worse, you followed my footsteps, on the road that I just paved Niggas left and came back, you quick to jump in my grave Look, Time flies, I know exactly where the days went But where your ass was at? when we was rapping in the basement On myspace, analyzing the blueprint Fantasizing the day, when you can finally throw in your two cents No hating, I think all of our fucking neighbor’s good But you ain't top 5 even in our neighborhood Niggas on Twitter, talking to themselves out loud Really think they doing something since they got a Soundcloud Word, That's how it is in my ends No one is original they're all following trends And me rapping numerous bars are way above their bend My pen is mightier than the sword, there's no way to defend No way I'm extending the olive branch I'm shooting at their feet, Im make sure you all can dance And y'all don't stand a chance Can't pass my past, I'm too far advanced Talking shit, yeah I heard from a little birdy Get it early, don't get it twisted just because i'm 30 Don't worry, I know you ain't about the altercation And couldn't bare to see me run it, like I'm Walter Payton Don't quite your day job, homie, keep your occupation Heads will roll, I swear to god that's my obligation I see your stupid & anxious, what a combination Stop the faking, fore you get locked up in the basement F*ck around, and you'll be sleeping with the fishes Get off my big dick and make room for all the little bitches Best of wishes, but I don't want to be your penpal But write the wrong shit, and then I'll have to put the pen down And it ain't personal.. it's only business Nigga I can bury you & the hatchet, right by the mystic river So start digging your grave, if your brave enough Cause at the end of the day, Man I aint never really gave a f*ck And Niggas hear my shit and want to switch it up Listen up, my punchlines hit like the fist to cuffs I know my shit is tough, and you can't get enough We heard your new music, eh boy, the Nigga whole style is chump When you realize, that you'll never be as ill as me I mastered the 16 bars, god you mastered mimicry And I'm the man, I'll emasculate you little niggas What bores me still fascinates you little niggas 99 Awareness, little homie, yo I been awake Jim crow rappers, I don't think we need to integrate Let it penetrate, shots fired, in the face Color in the lines, Motherfucker stay in your place Uh, but I'm no sucka, like a lollipop, play me? Poppycock Ima keep going until a Nigga gets mollywhopped Keep going like I Molly popped.. can't stop, until the day my body drop Uh